[identity profile] lord-icelus.livejournal.com
Some time, in a place that was and is the abbey, that is in this world and in Dream

She is coming.

I can feel her, that nasty bitch, like a tooth ache or a splinter. She nearly killed me, and I still suffer for it. Partly it was my own fault, for not remembering that silly service gods like her love to throw themselves on their own swords to look after their people. As if we should be in service to them!

I want her to get here. I want to kill her slowly, and lick her bones clean, and then I want to dance as the new king of this little town. A nasty pisspot of a place, it is, but it's better than oblivion, yes. They may not worship me, here, but they'd fear me: and for a god of nightmare, that's really good enough.

She's bringing friends, though. I disliked that last time. And so I conjure up a labyrinth, turning the stone of this abbey into twisting pathways of dead ends and trap doors. She'll lose some along the way. And then I will tear out her heart.

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[identity profile] syl-thorn.livejournal.com
Going on midnight and beyond, Thursday, May 6th, day 340
Somewhere in Dream



Th'beach ain't changed much. I see th'tangled net where Tess wuz snared, the deep gouges'n stone'n sand where we dragged th'boat ashore an' launched it again. There's a reekin' stain on th'sand where th'sea serpent puked Polly back up, th'scoured loops on th'sand where't trapped us innit's coils. Onnat day th'sun shone so bright't stung m'eyes. Now'at sun's hidden b'hind dead black clouds 't roil wit' lightnin'.

I went t'bed, feelin' somewhat r'lieved't Nanshe wuz gone, glad t'have m'space's m'own again, but feelin' th'emptiness 'n th'dark too, th'void where'ere'd been soft breathin' 'n 'nother warm body close 'nough t'touch. I ain't been sleepin's well since she left, not that'm 'bout t'admit't. 'ventually I fell 'sleep t'th'sound'f rain 'gainst th'windows.

S'rainin'ere too, rain breakin' th'surface'a th'dark sea, rain spittin' on th'sand. Rain runs down m'face an' inta th'corner of m'mouth. It stings m'eyes 'n tastes of copper. Thunder booms deep'n th'distance, 'n lightning cracks th'waves. This ain't Nanshe's land no more, an' I ain't sure who rules't now. 'r if'n anything duz.


Red rain is coming down, red rain,
Red rain is pouring down, pouring down all over me...



...Jesus, that song again? Last time I heard'at wuz when I danced fer m'knife th'night Silence jumped in m'ritual. But'at time th'song b'came somethin' else, somethin' deep'n drummin', an'I don't think'at's gonna happen'is time. I start t'reach fer th'sealskin 'round m'waist 'fore I 'member't ain't there.


I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream,
I cannot make a single sound as you scream,
It can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch,
Hey, we touch,
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm...



Thunder crashes again, an' th'wind whips th'water inta curds 'n froth. White horses rear over th'waves an' drench m'body'n spray. M'skin's streaked wit' red, an' all I c'n smell's salt and death. Power rises wit' th'wind, stingin' th'rain 'gainst m'skin. Th'shark's heart stirs deep'n m'chest, and th'music pulses so hard'n m'head't I feel dizzy.


Just let the red rain splash you,
Let the rain fall on your skin,
I come to you, defenses down,
With the trust of a child.



...'scept I don't. I really bloody don't. The wind rises t'a scream an' th'waves pound th'shore, an'I feel shark's-seal's-razor teeth push'eir way through m'gums. I grin through a mouthful a'blood, an'I can't tell no more whether't's m'own 'r th'sky's. Th'wind catches th'net an't dances 'cross th'sand like a livin' thin'.


And I can't watch anymore,


But I will.


No more denial,


I ain't never denied.


It's so hard to lay down in all of this...


An' I ain't never laid down.


Red rain is coming down,
Red rain is pouring down,
Red rain is coming down all over me,
I'm bathing in red rain...



Th'waves crash 'gainst m'legs, an'I'll meet whatever's comin' wit' silver an' teeth.


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[identity profile] syl-thorn.livejournal.com
Going on midnight and beyond, Thursday, May 6th, day 340
Somewhere in Dream



Th'beach ain't changed much. I see th'tangled net where Tess wuz snared, the deep gouges'n stone'n sand where we dragged th'boat ashore an' launched it again. There's a reekin' stain on th'sand where th'sea serpent puked Polly back up, th'scoured loops on th'sand where't trapped us innit's coils. Onnat day th'sun shone so bright't stung m'eyes. Now'at sun's hidden b'hind dead black clouds 't roil wit' lightnin'.

I went t'bed, feelin' somewhat r'lieved't Nanshe wuz gone, glad t'have m'space's m'own again, but feelin' th'emptiness 'n th'dark too, th'void where'ere'd been soft breathin' 'n 'nother warm body close 'nough t'touch. I ain't been sleepin's well since she left, not that'm 'bout t'admit't. 'ventually I fell 'sleep t'th'sound'f rain 'gainst th'windows.

S'rainin'ere too, rain breakin' th'surface'a th'dark sea, rain spittin' on th'sand. Rain runs down m'face an' inta th'corner of m'mouth. It stings m'eyes 'n tastes of copper. Thunder booms deep'n th'distance, 'n lightning cracks th'waves. This ain't Nanshe's land no more, an' I ain't sure who rules't now. 'r if'n anything duz.


Red rain is coming down, red rain,
Red rain is pouring down, pouring down all over me...



...Jesus, that song again? Last time I heard'at wuz when I danced fer m'knife th'night Silence jumped in m'ritual. But'at time th'song b'came somethin' else, somethin' deep'n drummin', an'I don't think'at's gonna happen'is time. I start t'reach fer th'sealskin 'round m'waist 'fore I 'member't ain't there.


I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream,
I cannot make a single sound as you scream,
It can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch,
Hey, we touch,
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm...



Thunder crashes again, an' th'wind whips th'water inta curds 'n froth. White horses rear over th'waves an' drench m'body'n spray. M'skin's streaked wit' red, an' all I c'n smell's salt and death. Power rises wit' th'wind, stingin' th'rain 'gainst m'skin. Th'shark's heart stirs deep'n m'chest, and th'music pulses so hard'n m'head't I feel dizzy.


Just let the red rain splash you,
Let the rain fall on your skin,
I come to you, defenses down,
With the trust of a child.



...'scept I don't. I really bloody don't. The wind rises t'a scream an' th'waves pound th'shore, an'I feel shark's-seal's-razor teeth push'eir way through m'gums. I grin through a mouthful a'blood, an'I can't tell no more whether't's m'own 'r th'sky's. Th'wind catches th'net an't dances 'cross th'sand like a livin' thin'.


And I can't watch anymore,


But I will.


No more denial,


I ain't never denied.


It's so hard to lay down in all of this...


An' I ain't never laid down.


Red rain is coming down,
Red rain is pouring down,
Red rain is coming down all over me,
I'm bathing in red rain...



Th'waves crash 'gainst m'legs, an'I'll meet whatever's comin' wit' silver an' teeth.


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[identity profile] goddessnanshe.livejournal.com
Wednesday, sometime, somewhere in Dream

Once upon time there was a beautiful princess. Her hair was the colour of jet and her skin was the colour of nutmeg, and each of her teeth were like pearls. Flowers grew where she walked, so that the fields around the tower that was her home was carpeted in blooms as white as snow. The princess was very happy, all save for one thing: her fear that one day the thorn of one of the flowers would prick her. Her servants combed the field for thorns every day, trimming the stems so that it would be safe for her to walk. But still the princess was afraid, and she neglected to notice that each month the forest encroached closer on her home, until one day, standing in her field of flowers, she looked up to see the trees looming around her, undergrowth thick with thorns. Frightened, she fled inside, and as she ran she began her first bleeding, and the blood that trickled down her thigh fell to the earth and stained the roses around the tower a deep and brilliant red.

Inside the tower the princess was afraid that she was dying, for her father had always insisted that royal blood was the most precious of all things and must never be spilled. Weeping, she showed the blood to her old nurse, who laughed and kissed her cheek and told her this was the secret gift of women, and now she was blessed. So the princess wiped her eyes, and was no longer afraid of bleeding. But the thorns of the forest came for her all the same.
[identity profile] goddessnanshe.livejournal.com
Wednesday, sometime, somewhere in Dream

Once upon time there was a beautiful princess. Her hair was the colour of jet and her skin was the colour of nutmeg, and each of her teeth were like pearls. Flowers grew where she walked, so that the fields around the tower that was her home was carpeted in blooms as white as snow. The princess was very happy, all save for one thing: her fear that one day the thorn of one of the flowers would prick her. Her servants combed the field for thorns every day, trimming the stems so that it would be safe for her to walk. But still the princess was afraid, and she neglected to notice that each month the forest encroached closer on her home, until one day, standing in her field of flowers, she looked up to see the trees looming around her, undergrowth thick with thorns. Frightened, she fled inside, and as she ran she began her first bleeding, and the blood that trickled down her thigh fell to the earth and stained the roses around the tower a deep and brilliant red.

Inside the tower the princess was afraid that she was dying, for her father had always insisted that royal blood was the most precious of all things and must never be spilled. Weeping, she showed the blood to her old nurse, who laughed and kissed her cheek and told her this was the secret gift of women, and now she was blessed. So the princess wiped her eyes, and was no longer afraid of bleeding. But the thorns of the forest came for her all the same.
[identity profile] npc-excolo.livejournal.com
Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.

Dream.

A forest.


A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.

In the distance, the howl of a wolf.


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[identity profile] npc-excolo.livejournal.com
Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.

Dream.

A forest.


A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.

In the distance, the howl of a wolf.


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[identity profile] lord-icelus.livejournal.com
Just past midnight, Tuesday, March 30th
The realm of Dream


Morpheus would say I am being very naughty. But Morpheus is dead now, and I have been so bored. Morpheus gone, Phantasos gone, and the world of Man so thin. When I was first born there were fewer men alive in the world than there are today, it is true. But centuries passed, and nightmares grew. Most of my kin saw their powers diminish over the centuries, as Man forsake wonder and superstition for the new gods of technology and science. But their nightmares did not dim, not at all. Man created terrible things in the waking world, and I nourished them at night. And then Man poisoned the soil and the air the seed of its men, and diminished, and forgot many of the things it had done.

The last temple of Morpheus fell at last, and so fell he. I always thought my brother was so strong, but I have learned that I'm stronger. He was an advisor to kings, and when he was of no use to the world any more he didn't learn any new tricks. An old dog, Morpheus, and he died. For thousands of years he was a check to me. I discharged my duty but no more because he wanted there to be balance.

There's no need for balance now there's no brother to love me for it.

I smelled this place out over the miles, a place where Dream is revered. A small kingdom, but still a kingdom, and I want it. I watched it for a long time. Morpheus would have been surprised. I've always been impatient. But I watched the queen, and I worked out what she would want, and I came to her as Icelus - Lord of Nightmare, yes, but she understands the need for nightmares. I talked to her as a courtier and I offered her the gift I had found, a great weapon, and she was grateful. Stupid bitch. I asked for a kiss, and she granted it, and with it I sent her to sleep. What a joke! I giggled for a long time, and then I put her in a tower out of the way.

There are a lot of people in this town, and I think they should all sleep. I have so many games I want to play.

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[identity profile] lord-icelus.livejournal.com
Just past midnight, Tuesday, March 30th
The realm of Dream


Morpheus would say I am being very naughty. But Morpheus is dead now, and I have been so bored. Morpheus gone, Phantasos gone, and the world of Man so thin. When I was first born there were fewer men alive in the world than there are today, it is true. But centuries passed, and nightmares grew. Most of my kin saw their powers diminish over the centuries, as Man forsake wonder and superstition for the new gods of technology and science. But their nightmares did not dim, not at all. Man created terrible things in the waking world, and I nourished them at night. And then Man poisoned the soil and the air the seed of its men, and diminished, and forgot many of the things it had done.

The last temple of Morpheus fell at last, and so fell he. I always thought my brother was so strong, but I have learned that I'm stronger. He was an advisor to kings, and when he was of no use to the world any more he didn't learn any new tricks. An old dog, Morpheus, and he died. For thousands of years he was a check to me. I discharged my duty but no more because he wanted there to be balance.

There's no need for balance now there's no brother to love me for it.

I smelled this place out over the miles, a place where Dream is revered. A small kingdom, but still a kingdom, and I want it. I watched it for a long time. Morpheus would have been surprised. I've always been impatient. But I watched the queen, and I worked out what she would want, and I came to her as Icelus - Lord of Nightmare, yes, but she understands the need for nightmares. I talked to her as a courtier and I offered her the gift I had found, a great weapon, and she was grateful. Stupid bitch. I asked for a kiss, and she granted it, and with it I sent her to sleep. What a joke! I giggled for a long time, and then I put her in a tower out of the way.

There are a lot of people in this town, and I think they should all sleep. I have so many games I want to play.

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