-- Lewis --
It had been.. what..
Almost a month since I was dragged into the mental plane..?
I gazed at her hair; mangled, dirty and past her shoulders.
This.. was the first time I had actually seen her...
Stunning would've been an insult to her, even in this... mutilated state. No amount of dirt could hide the beauty she seemed to radiate.
My face sudden was plagued by fever as it dawned on me.
I was sharing a body with her, and now I would be able to see through her eyes...while in her body..
The fever spread from my face to my ears. Red, hot. Embarrassed.
I felt a connection to her. Not one born from our condition. A deeply rooted connection, one from long ago... or was that just my mind, still attempting to make sense of it all?
It has to be, doesn't it?
I was an assassin. Wasn't I..?
She was sleeping. Heavily. Her heart rate was so low at times that it seemed like she was frozen.
But still, she was sleeping. Sleeping peacefully, regardless of the situation that she was in. It didn't make sense to me...
What could cause someone, who should be dead, sleep with such serenity as she did now? What kind of magic would allow them to do something so unnatural?
Her memories were slowly trickling into my mind. If they could even be called memories.
They were more like snapshots; little frames of when she was conscious enough of her surroundings to actually remember.
With each frame there was an emotion latched onto it, like a leech.
Most of the time it was loneliness, or confusion.
I closed my eyes, feeling the now familiar sensation of different sparks flowing within my lungs, my core.
I felt the smooth and similar shapes of life sparks, with a touch of blood arts. Larger than the others.
I felt the constant, cloned stream of mimic sparks. All are one, all were the same.
I felt the staggered flow of unnatural sparks. Spiked, dangerous, unpredictable.
"Risuu, Aeaele, Taeuuaa-Taera, Sesuukari, Ori."
The sparks spasmed and merged.
"Oerkaaa-Ori."
Those final words left my mouth in a white mist; there was no sound of speaking, only a soft wind.
'I guess.. I'll join her in sleep.' I thought to myself; the secure feeling of being whole again flooding through my soul as it flowed into the vessel.
***
I felt her excitement return to her; possibly the first positive emotion she's felt in a while.
Silence.
And there it is.
If it were possible for ear drums to burst while listening to a voice in your head, mine would've imploded.
<...>
...
I swear I could feel an almost... smugness to her tone...
If the sound of someone dropping a wine glass in a completely stunned room was a feeling, that's what feeling Aeryn was sending felt like.
I rolled my mind's eye.
I took control of the vessel; felt my senses come alive; felt power and control.
I stumbled over to the iron bars, my legs protesting violently against their sudden usage.
Aeryn was watching me through my own eyes, waiting patiently for whatever trick I had to show her.
I placed my hands on the bars and shut my physical eyes.
My 'Visionary eyes', or my 'eyes of creation' as FoS called them, opened.
All I could see was the metal bars, but I saw them as the static sparks that they were made of. Everything else around had a dark fuzziness to it, not unlike our surroundings when looking at the Mental Map.
"Risuu, wauhari."
The sparks within the bars shimmered slightly, then spasmed as my sparks flowed out of me and into the bars.
"Karae."
The bars disintegrated into a fine dust, that dissolved before it touched the ground.
I felt a strange sense of vertigo mixed with fatigue, and a dull pain around my lungs. But.. other than that, I was unscathed.
I was sure that there were other ways to destroy the bars, but this was the only one that I had learned.
Thought so. God she could be entitled, acting so high and mighty. But she knew her place... at times.
<..and now I bet that I was a better assassin than you.>
Now was not one of those times.
I exerted as much energy as my mind allowed to force a sigh at her.
I strode out of the jail.
While lovely as it was, it was time to end this... holiday.