" Where are you going?! Where are you going!! Where are you GOING!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!!!!!"
The younger demon screamed his voice filled with such fear, such sadness, such despair as his paws grip the bars of the cage, shaking them hard before finally letting go of the bars. Both paws slipped between the bars, reaching out toward the older demon.
" To enjoy whatever last drops I have."
The older demon answered as his feet kept walking, without looking back, without stopping, leaving his caged younger self behind.
" Sleep, sleep, sweet lullaby. Where is she? Where is she, now? Won't you sing to me, her dreams? Won't you pull her dreams for me to see? Sweet lullaby, sing to me the one I seek."
Darzirak whispered as he did, he could feel his body going into a deep slumber as his body sinks into a shadow. Droopy eyes, gazing through half-open eyelids, silhouettes flashing by a window that was half drawn by the curtains, the constant sounds of ocean waves softly gurgling lulls the body back to sleep. From the mind's eye, Darzirak could see a dream. A dream, a dream that was dreamt as many years as the person's age. A dream that was dreamt the whole of someone's current life. A dream to leave her cave home, travel somewhere where she could feel the soft grass under her feet, clear skies above her, a place where they didn't have to steal to feed themselves. A place where it could be a safe little haven tucked away in some corner of the world. Where they could live in peace.
A dream that always pictures with her mother's smile as she picks a bright red apple from their apple tree in front of their new home. Her father fixing a fence that runs around their little home. A yipping puppy, zooming about as it explores its new home, causing a little mischief here and there to brighten her day. Amon a short distance away, arguing with his inner demon about something dumb as he walked up to the fence, greeting her mother and father before inviting her on a fun quest or activity. Something that always has Little One making the whole thing so much more pleasant and fun. A sweet dream that blocked out reality.
A dream that had gone through many alternations but the core never changed. The dream to live in peace, in a beautiful land shared with the people that she was closest with.
" Found you."
An ancient voice that spoke the core language of the world. A language that had been long forgotten, a language that branched out to all languages. A language that spoke to the hearts of being rather than the mind. With that droopy eyes fluttered, seeing a vague silhouette standing, wings glistening again with the light that came in through the window. A gentle hand pulls the covers over the shoulder.
Unknown" Dream, dream my lord. It isn't time to awaken."
A gentle sweet tone that spoke the same language, against the soft gurgling ocean waves sounded like a beautiful melodies song lulling the body back to sleep. Darzirak's eyes flick open, drowsy seeing Amon staring down at the flames in front of him. Little One a short distance away, focus on arranging his rock collection in a certain way before changing it to a different arrangement like he couldn't decide between the two arrangements.
Darzirak uses shadow teleport_ 7 (+ 5 experience + 5 no cargo)
Within a blink of an eye, Darzirak melts into the shadows and reappears from Philomel's shadow. The silence of the shadow realm was overwhelmed by the sudden sound of the heavy downpour of rain slamming down onto the roof of the dark decaying cabin. Darzirak narrows his eyes, looking around the dark cabin. The sudden flash of lightning, lit up the whole room, revealing Philomel's huddled body in the corner of the room near the staircase that leads up to the second floor before everything was thrown back into darkness. A darkness that was followed by the loud clap of thunder. Darzirak approached Philomel, he could hear her soft sobs into her arms as she tightened her hug around her knees. She was shivering and it didn't take long for Darzirak to notice that it wasn't due to her crying but due to the cold since she was also soaking wet. It was obvious that she didn't make it back before the rain and was caught in it as well.
Darzirak hesitated to approach her, completely uncertain of what to say. His front paws kept repeating the same steps, unable to take another step further. He soon decided against saying anything and walked over to the fireplace.
Darzirak" Embers that remains, dream of flames, ashes restraint dream of wood where you stayed. Brace me with the warmth of your dreams, there's always time to despair. Why not entertain a dream a little while longer?"
Darzirak softly mutters as he breathes a dream into them. Instantly a roaring fire lit, suddenly lighting the room. Philomel's head snapped to look at the fireplace in shock. Darzirak could easily notice her stunning sky-blue eyes were holding back tears and reflecting the orange glow of the fire. Swirls of glistening orange and electrifying blue danced in her eyes. At that moment Darzirak understood why Amon was so captive by her and head over heels in love with her. He understood because it was the same situation that stole his breath and heart. The same scene with a different person, a different set of eyes that happened once upon a dream.
Philomel noticing that it was Darzirak quickly wiped her tears between sniffles and sharp uneven shaky breaths. Darzirak turned away from Philomel walking over to the other side of the room, grabbing the blanket from the bed. He then approached Philomel, draping the blanket over her head before laying down and curling up a short distance away from her.
Philomel silently watched Darzirak, relaxing next to her with his eyes closed like he was sleeping. Her hands felt the blanket around her before pulling it to cover her legs, only leaving a little hood for her head to stick out of. The two of them sat there in silence for a while until curiosity overpowered Philomel's sadness.
Philomel" Darzirak... Why... Why are you here? Did Amon send you?"
Philomel questioned finally breaking the silence.
Darzirak" I do as I please. Amon has no power over me. He may use my powers but his words are mere suggestions against my will, actions, and desires."
Darzirak reminded with a yawn as he stretches before circling around one particular spot, trying to get comfortable.
Darzirak" I wanted a quiet warm dry place to relax. Somewhere far from a certain chubby hand that keeps grabbing and pulling."
He added as he finally finds the perfect curled-up position to lay back down.
Philomel" Oh... * Sighs*... You must think me silly for running away after a simple kiss on the cheek."
Philomel sinks as she slumps on her knees.
Darzirak" Why should I think that? Didn't your father tell you, a kiss from any man who isn't him, would make you pregnant? Knowing that and getting two kisses like that I would be scared too."
Darzirak cringed at his own words as he found himself instantly regretting asking that and wanting to sink back into the shadows, curl up in some corner of the shadows realm, and die from awkwardness. Yet he doesn't for his determination to fix this and fix it as quickly as he could, made him stay by her feet.
Philomel" It was scary... Wait, second?!"
Philomel nodded as she softly admitted but then realized Darzirak's words and exclaimed in shock. Wondering what he meant for a moment before realizing that Lenny had kissed her cheek as well. She couldn't help but panic wondering what does that even mean, fearing what would happen to her.
Darzirak noticed her worry. He wondered if he should say that two kisses, cancel each other out, and she wasn't pregnant. Should he tell her, that she has nothing to fear since the two guys, who kissed her, would definitely take responsibility for her? Should he tell her, that if she loves the guy, then it's alright to get pregnant? Should he tell her that, she has nothing to fear for she is a girl and getting pregnant is normal for a female body? That carrying a man's child is the duty of a woman? Should he tell her it's totally alright to fear such a thing but kissing isn't how you get pregnant and then explain in great detail how a baby is made?
He couldn't help but feel that everything he thought of, was being horribly insensitive. He has always known that he has the equivalent of dog sh*t for a personality but the world had no true way of proving it, well... no proof until 5 minutes ago. Then it strikes him, like lighting.
Darzirak" Hey... Mel... You see your father kiss your mother... Many times, right? How many siblings do you have?"
Darzirak questioned with a very innocent and curious tone.
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