Logs:Corruption
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| RL Date: 20 September, 2015 |
| Who: Ulyana, Qhyluth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Ulyana has a revelation. |
| Where: Nowhere |
| When: Day 14, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Immaterial. |
| OOC Notes: Lyrics from: Recoil's "Want" (Link: https://youtu.be/QQrGRR6Su4E ) - reading and listening together is probably wise! |
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| It was days after the flight that she saw it. I want to know how it will end. A crack in the bedrock beneath the tower. I want to be sure of what it will cost. A space where water flowed up and in. I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me. He never wanted the tower. I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later. He wanted something else. I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire. Her stomach twisted. I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win. She fled into the tower and sought out the great, iron-clad door that lead into the dark place within. Her fingers hesitated at the lock. Trembled. She bit her lower lip hard enough to make it bleed in both flesh and mind. It was her. It was only her. But what had he done? How much of him made it inside? I want the name of the ruiner. How much of her did he see? I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn. She wrenched the lock open and heaved the great door open. She stood at the mouth of the darkness, arms spread and palms on either side of the jamb. I want you to know that being kind is overrated. After a deep breath - and, oh, the smells, dank and dark and alien as they were, they were hers - she finally started down the slick stairs. No light. No railing. I want to write my secret across your sky. No need. I want to watch you lose control. She knew these steps better than she knew the ones that went up and up and up forever. I want to watch you lose. And she knew they never went far enough. I want to know exactly what it's going to take. At the bottom, her feet hit water. A shallow layer, perhaps a quarter of an inch - but it was enough. The dungeons were a great and sprawling place, filled with chambers - some with bars, some with iron doors - that contained any of a number of things. Her things. They were fine before Qhyluth. They weren't so active. But, now, they clattered and howled in their cages, each of them with a name she knew by heart. They scraped and screamed and she walked through those dark, moist halls with no need for illumination. I want to see you insert yourself into glory. And then there was light. Sickly and green-yellow, the hue of Qhyluth's eyes when he was distressed. It spread over the walls, shaped into obscene patterns and unnatural glyphs that made her stomach turn over and over again for the sight of them. How deep did his touch reach? How far did the corruption go? I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been. She didn't want to know. I want you to watch when I go down in flames. She had to know. I want a list of atrocities done in your name. She moved further. The things within shrieked and howled and struggled; she silenced them with an acid whisper and a dark look. They know. They knew. She pressed onward and to another door, a deeper door, a door that was not touched by the irradiated phosphoresence. She pushed on it and it groaned open. In, then. I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back. The other was there. Still there. Still coiled. Still nameless. Still sleeping. I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer. Ulyana breathed a shuddery sigh of relief and eased the door shut again with a barely audible click. She pressed her fingers to the door and began to draw in the muck and foulness. It was a symbol, a twisted version of the ones Qhyluth had given her. A shattered shape that trembled when she finished it. I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open. She knelt to jam cloth into the space between the door and floor. I want to taste my own kind. Her stomach twisted when she realized how damp that cloth was. I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side. He was there. Within. Nearby. I want you to come on strong. She rose and turned and began to walk back, taking her time to scrub his light from her walls. I want to leave you out in the cold. Darkness followed as she moved. I want to throw you. She felt him slithering through the halls. She stopped. Listened. I want you to know I know. Closer. Closer still. I want to know if you read me. She shut her eyes, reached out her hands and felt. I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit. Her fingers struck spongy, squamous flesh that quivered at the contact. He tried to wrap around her. She tensed. She knew. I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do. He tightened his grip. She tightened hers. Skin split. Ichor mixed with blood and tainted the water. Green and red spread in blossoms on his skin; on hers. I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted. She pulled and he - no, He - followed. I want a controlling interest. Back down the newly darkened hall to the other. Back to the place She feared and loved the most. I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die. He peeled the cloth back with a nameless appendage that quivered. I want to be your secret hater. She opened the door - and the sigul glowed, strange and blue and warm. I want to stop destroying you but I can't. He never wanted Ulyana - and She never wanted Qhyluth. And I want and I want and I want and I will always be hungry. He slithered in - and in that wishful place where no barriers resided between them, between Him or Her, they embraced. And I want and I want and I want. |
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Squishy (21:01, 20 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
This is some Lovecraft level creepery here. NIGHTMARES! But oh such a good read.
Faryn (22:43, 20 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
I am here to display the appropriate amount of concern for this development.
Alida (01:57, 21 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Creepy, Concerned curiosity. Case. Color me totally piqued. :)
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