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Sweet, White, Fluffy Dreams [Calypso/Sunshine]
Tue Jan 22, 2019 6:45 pm
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A pit of eternal horrors hung below the young one, as she floated above it. She saw the massive hole, writhing with the agony and cries of thousands of souls damned to it's depths, a small light shining so far down it barely existed anymore. She felt panicked, but she had no mouth to scream, tears constantly pouring from her eyes as she was suddenly pulled down, feeling the realm tear her apart from the rapid descent, hearing the calls, the calls for her to come.. Do...
Cali jerked awake, sitting upright on a bench by some decently fancy building. She rapidly blinked, trying to get her thoughts together. Did she teleport while drunk or something..? She didn't remember coming here, though it looked like it may be some Khalaist structure, which didn't make her feel unsafe in the slightest based off her experience with the goddess herself.
Demon World always made her have odd dreams, even with Algos' love and blood coursing through her veins, she wasn't sure why; she wasn't even supposed to dream, at least, that's what she thought...
Well, maybe she could get advice about it from someone inside. And thus she emerged from the rather nicely crafted bench, walking inside, unaware to who or what lied in wait for her.
She approached one of who she assumed was a monk, hard to tell considering they didn't have a top on, probably a thing they did here. She sensed some.. Oddly relaxed emotions from him, which was a head tilter at best,
"Uh. Hi there.. I.. Need to talk to a priest about a bunch of weird dreams I have. Anyone like that.. Um.. Here right now?"
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Re: Sweet, White, Fluffy Dreams [Calypso/Sunshine]
Wed Jan 23, 2019 7:03 am
The warm kiss of the Demon World's air drifted about the open Monastery, the miasma that slid along the skin of the monks and priests who worked there invigorating to all. But it was most invigorating to the man who sat in the middle of it all, breathing calmly in and out.
Along every inch of his body, glowing marks shone. He was in some kind of meditative trance, one that apparently required him to ditch his shirt. Around his legs was an emerald wrap of loose fabric, clearly defining the outline of his knees from where he sat. As Calypso approached, the man's energy continued to grow, the air around them visibly darkening as he drew… something towards his body.
"Yah shareer… aapake pyaar-ke-laayak, nahin hai. Yah dard aur peeda… ke yogy hai, aur yah un logon, ko appake lie praarthana mein, mere… mere…"
The demon tongue slid from his mouth, as his own demonic muscle came into view. Along the surface of his tongue, a special character could be seen, but it was unlikely that Calypso would get a good look at it, considering how quickly the man was reciting his prayers.
At last, she asked her question to the strange monk. His bowed head slowly rose to a level where he could look into her eyes… Her eyes… His eyes…
In that moment, Calypso would likely remember. The deepest feeling of dread a person could have would most likely shiver down her spine, a momentary despair that she had experienced once more. In a most dreadful hour, at a most dreadful place. And now, that man who had gazed upon her over a crowd of many demons… he sat calmly before her, unmoving. There were only those eyes, those warped, shining eyes that stole souls, through pleasure and despair, the essences of life itself…
"Hello girl… I have some experience with dreams… though I sleep little myself." He explained to her as he took in a deep breath, the light that poured from his eyes reducing their intensity, the crushing mental weight of that dread fading almost completely. Perhaps it would be replaced by fear of this man, and what he had done. Perhaps it would have hope… she had hope…
"You hope I can determine what it signifies..? Well then, use those lips of the house of Ashtavon, the same as mine… and explain. This is… a safe place, without judgment. There is little hope here, given the world we live in, but there is joy in our worship, as well as insight… And for you to say you had a dream…"
Sunshine Asthavon's hands gripped around the empty clay bowl that sat on the floor. Drawing it to his lips, he tilted it up, before moving his head forwards, downward slanted just a bit. The marks upon his skin shone and gleamed brighter and brighter… as from his mouth, a strange black substance began to pour forth. Lower and lower he prostrated himself before her, filling the bowl completely, with his Oil of Becoming. The bowl filled completely, and he let it sit there on the ground. His back straightened once more, the marks on his body fading.
Driblets of that black substance had dripped onto his bare chest, rising and falling as he breathed. His marshmallow-like hair drifted this way and that as he tried to relax, snapping his fingers.
Behind Calypso, a sparsely dressed demon-woman brought forth a comfortable mat, placing it behind her for her to sit on. She seemed serenely at peace as she bowed to the two of them. Shortly after, she walked back inside the deeper reaches of the monastery, and all that remained was the silence between shirtless man and wandering girl.
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