could i use you as a warning sign - kagerus

[Kagerus]

kagerus

and in my dreams, i kissed your lips a thousand times

He is bold in his actions, as I expect him to be. The strong pull of his hand brings my body right into his, and he even goes so far as to snare my legs with his; the gesture is quaint, but I allow it to continue, only smiling a girlish smile up at him as I allow myself to melt into his skin. His hands roam over my naked skin with the easiness of a lover, a fact I begrudge him, though not visibly. It's imperative that he believe me to be absolutely domesticated, bent to his will.

But of course, this Ivar is no fool: the kelpie who had come to Hyaline by lake is as sharp now as he was then, and I expect no less.

How do I know this is what you dream of?
I smile again, whimsical and lazy.
Prove it.

Although he hopes that his push of hypnotic energy might result in the spreading of my legs and tilting back of my head, it does quite the opposite. The sudden urge to rush to my final stage of this dream overwhelms the part of me that wants to tease him and lead him on first. The silly smile I wore is suddenly gone, my eyes opened and looking into his with a severe intensity. Does he deserve to see my true dreams? A part of me is hesitant, but the other wants to prove a point.

It will mean losing this exchange, but in its own right, vulnerability in the face of an intimidater is a success.

Prove it, he says again in a tone that suggests that, should I disobey, something sharp may befall me. Despite the involuntary flutter between my legs at the forced thought of that interaction, I decide to give him what he asks for. It's not what he wants, but, in this lifetime, it rarely is.

From within his grasp, I slowly dissolve. In his mind's eye (a dream within a dream) the lake of Hyaline appears, the sun rising just beyond the crest of the northernmost mountain. He remains suspended in the ocean, and he might glimpse it if he refocuses, but I impress most upon his the scene. It is still and quiet, and indeed, it is where I often find myself during dreams.

The scene glitches; there's a splash along the coast of the lake.

Suddenly, as if he were the one dreaming my dream, the pain of drowning fills Ivar's chest. But there is nothing he can do to reach the surface, although the bottom is close enough for him to stand. I embed in him a will to stand and live, but grant his body no power of movement; the burning intensifies, the scene blackening slightly from its first-person perspective. As the light of the sun glimmering from outside the lake dims, a figure appears; her face is familiar to me, but perhaps not to him.

It is Solace.

I send a thrill through his heart, a thankfulness so profound that he's quite sure he will live. As Solace dives beneath the waves, the drowning mare's mouth reaches for her, the first she's moved since voluntarily slipping into the water; but instead of support and life-saving maneuvers, a hoof suddenly falls onto the mare's chest.

Panic; feelings of panic and drowning.

As the darkness threatens to overwhelm Ivar's/my's/my dream's vision, Solace's face comes into focus, except that her face is now that of Rapt's. The change won't make sense to Ivar, but it will leave him needing to vomit as he drowns.

At the last, four words seep into his mind:

You should have died.

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We awaken where we'd stood originally, I with a gasp. The sides of my body heave as I drag in lungful after lungful of air, desperate for it's life-giving abilities. Although I'd made sure not to actually kill either of us as we relived my repeating nightmare, the terror of its contents still left me shaken and nearly crying. Trembling, I attempt to regain my composure before glancing to Ivar, dreading and curious of his reaction to the truth of my dreams.

I want to say something - but for now, I stand there in silence.

@[Ivar]  :| let me know if I need to change anything
@[Solace] u should probably read this.