He is prostrate in the abyss, in terrible worship before the monster. She is there, too, a presence beside him, a beautiful and wicked goddess, taking in his tears. She licks his fear and wonder and rapture off her lips and in that moment he’d give her anything, he’d crack open his ribcage so she could feast on his heart.
The monster before him shifts, like the sand had, blurring for a moment, and she’s there saying
we don’t have much time and only then does he remember this isn’t reality, not fully, that this is her power. He’s unable to speak, but he nods.
I’ll always bring you back.
He opens his mouth to respond, to praise her, to thank her, to speak his devotion – but then his monster surges forth, clearer and stronger than ever, stretching out towards Rapt.
You waited… the monster says, and, breathless, he says, “yes, of course, always.”
He stretches out too, tries to touch him, but then the monster is gone, dissolved, and there is only blank whiteness before them, and for a moment it is just them, pressed against one another, the only spots of color in the entire world. The only living things.
And then there’s a moment of pain, a bit of reality as she sinks her teeth into his flesh, and then the abyss spirals out, away, and their colors spin – gold and brown and white and white and white and
red - and then his eyes are closed, and the world shifts, and suddenly he can smell the world around them, earth and trees and life. And her. Looking at him.
Eyes meeting.
He’s trembling, but he stays upright. For a man who has been dreaming, he’s quite exhausted.
“You,” he says, breathless, “are a wonder.”
rapt
caius x else
