Thread: Whispering Shadows ||Lagerthera x jjfanrb||

Darkness overwhelmed Irja's sense, though they really weren't her senses anymore. Sleep had taken hold of her body, and her soul had rid itself of the shell. So there, in the darkness, there was only the glow of her purity, of her soul twirling, waiting for something to grab hold of it, to make it dream. What does your heart desire? The voice came, though it was not really a voice to begin with it. Sounds, clicking, scratching, hums, sparks, all formed together, twisting in a linear motion that it created what seemed like words. It was nothing more than sounds, flashes of colors, images pouring through her soul that Irja recognized, but she didn't speak, she was not truly aware of the voice or what seemed to be a voice. Ahhh! I see what you desire! The voice commented as Irja floated, no true form, only a ball of white light shining in the darkness of the void. Then now. Enjoy this dream, enjoy your true desire. The voice responded. The voice shifted out of view and the darkness sped away, light flickered, shifting dominating the scene before there was nothing but the rush the flow of silence that filled it, and then..the bright white shifted into a pink, into red, before forming, shaking entirely into the form of her room. Though, this really was not her real room, Irja could tell, it was like the image was blurred, or slurred was the right term. Light, the images of what was there in her room were pulled, stretched in front or to the left as she floated watching it take hold. Then, Irja's pure light shifted, twisted into tendrils before forming a body, a physical body in this realm of her own naked was her body at first, before clothing clang to it. A bright red, a see through thing that showed off her curves just as she always wanted, a sexy thing. Irja smiled, giggling in pleasure, it was like she was on a bed of bubbles and she didn't want to get down. This is...Perfect...All I need is.. Irja turned, her hair was spiraled in this moment, twisted and bobbed as she turned to view her bedroom door open. Telor stepped in smiling, shirtless, muscular chest showing. Irja couldn't help but jump up and down excited, her spirit was free. Perfect! Telorrr! Irja screamed in her sleep, jumping on the figure in her sleep, pouncing on him like a cat. Instantly, he pulled her in kissing her, slamming into the wall before turning it around on her. Irja melted, no regrets in this dream as she allowed him to press her against the wall. She could smell him, the scent of grass and lavender, she could taste his tongue in her mouth, and there was this insane feeling that she could feel his fingers slipping in her hair, down her neck. She forgot all her worries, about the waking word and allowed herself to be taken by the image of Telor, by the feel and taste of his tongue. Only when his hands started did her eyes shot open, green ones peering as her dream body scowled. Something didn't feel right, something was wrong. Someone's...watching me? Irja was confused, this was not something she had wished for in her dream state. She had wanted Telor, so bad that she was enthralled by the dream of him, but she could feel it something lingering in her dream room that wasn't suppose to be there. Whose there? Irja found herself asking, pulling away from Telor as he bit her bottom lip and pulled. She looked off in the distance expecting to see something and then...The image of her lustful dream, her room was gone. Darkness wrapped around her form again, and her body disappeared. It was like Irja's light of a soul was just floating, echoing in loneliness as it waited for something to happen. Huh? Irja's soul glowed, before the darkness sped away again and in it, her image of her dream reformed. A memory. The scene came forward then her childhood, her mother crying, her father bending down proposing to her. Irja was confused on why she would go from something so provocative, to something like this? What's going on? Irja finally was agitated, annoyed at the whole ordeal. She looked around in her memory, her soul searching for the nuance, and there it was, darkness collecting in a portion of her dream. Who are you? Irja's spirit rattled, annoyed at whatever was there, then..the darkness shifted into a view of a person, causing her spirit to shift backwards a bit. Get out! Irja finally decided, breaking her dream. She sat up quickly, sheets falling from the bed to reveal her chest as she panted, clinging to the blanket. Her green eyes darted around the room, searching for the man in her dream. Irja found nothing, and was only startled as her alarm went off. Fuck! Irja cried, annoyed as she shook her head. What the hell was that? She leaned forward, rubbing the bridge of her nose, the image of the man haunted. Irritated, Irja grabbed her alarm flinging it across the room with a loud BOOM! It left an indent in the smooth wall, showing the drywall and structure of the house where it landed. Irja growled, but then she heard fumbling outside her door and looked at it as the knob began to rattle. She grabbed the sheets covering her bed, but the door was locked and finally someone knocked on it several times. IRJA! It's your mother! Let me in! Why do you lock your door? What is it you are hiding! Is there a boy in there? Her mother sounded frantic and Irja groaned, slumping forward as she climbed out of bed. She opened her dresser pulling out pink short short pj bottoms, and a almost see through top. Her mother would hate the outfit, but it was better than opening her door naked. Irja moved as her mother pounded on the door louder. IRJA! Unlock this door right this instant! UGH! I'm coming! Irja annocanced as she grabbed the door knob, turning the lock, unlocking and twisted the handle to let her mother inside. Her mother was dressed in a nice long white gown, ready for the day as she stumbled inside bare foot. She turned this way and that pushing Irja out of the way. Her mother looked under the bed, in the closet, opened the window and outside, saw nothing and turned around as Irja stared at her. Yes mom. I totally had fifty boys in my room smoking red! Her mother turned on her, scowling. Red? Her mother was both angry and confused, Irja jerked her head back groaning, she could hear her father down the hall getting ready for work. 5a.m came quickly enough. What is a red? Marlboro Red cigarettes. Irja responded annoyed, her mother looked angrier now. How do you know what those are? You are fifteen! A girl of fifteen should not know about cigarettes! Her mother huffed pulling the sheets off her bed, and started to take off the covers on her pillows. Where are you hiding them Irja? Tell your mother now! Mooommmmmmm! Irja groaned moving forward to try to stop her. Dad smokes a cartoon of Marlboro Reds every week, you think I'm too dumb to notice? Her mother, mid way through another pillow and pillowcase looked baffled before she threw the pillow down uninterested. Oh. Yes, yes. Your father does love his smokes. Irja rolled her eyes, she motioned to her bed and her mother looked at it shrugging. I clean later, get dressed! Your father leaves soon, you must be up, bathed, clean, eat and do homework! Now Irja! Irja groaned before nodding her head as her mother left slamming the door behind her. Ugh! Parents. She stomped her foot before moving to the bathroom but not before her mother yelled a 'I heard that!' at her.