Thread: The Most Wicked of Dreams [BlinkyWinky & Gashnaw]

The sky was a dark navy, illuminated only by a small crescent moon and a few twinkling stars. Other than that, city lights drowned out the natural beauty of the rest of the stars, bathing the streets in yellow and orange hues. In this suburban area outside the major city, few things stirred in the night. A cyclist rode down a major neighborhood street, crickets chirrped within the grass and bushes, and a stray cat lazily padded underneath a parked car in hopes of having a home for the night. Amidst the calmness, there was one other being that flitted around a fairy girl , disguised neatly in the darkness despite the golden glow that radiated off of her skin. She was searching for somethingor someoneas she flew from house to house, peering inside windows to see who was sleeping within. You see, she wanted a bit of fun that night. It was the first day in January albeit it was early morning, technically still during the night, or New Year's Day as the humans liked to call it, and the power of the Summer fey was beginning to return. Soon, the winter ice and snow would melt and give way to the seasons of fertility and frivolity. Now the best thing about this was that she herself was a Summer fairy, and the first thing she wanted to do was exercise her powers so that she could get used to having them in full force. Unlike most of her kin, she specialized in the ways of frivolity rather than the actual seasons. She could induce the relaxed haze of a carefree nature, enter the dreams of unsuspecting individuals, and in rare cases, do special things when people were in heat. The powers of sunlight and warmth were of no interest to her, and although she could use light to create illusions to disguise herself and harness the power of the season in slight ways, she could do nothing more. But, that was the way she preferred things to be. Cool night air struck at her back, as it was left bare from the dress she had on, and she was slowly getting irritated. Wasn't there anybody she could have fun with? Anybody? As mischievous as she was, children were always off limits because of their innocence. A family home was much too cluttered, as she often had trouble focusing on only one dream to corrupt. And again, it could potentially bring in a child's mind, and that was much too risky. The Summer court wouldn't be happy about that, not happy indeed. Just as she was beginning to give up, she stopped by one more house. Just one, and if she didn't find someone inside to play her little game, well, she was just going to have to return home defeated. The house was normal-looking, an average home in a wealthier subdivision. A white stone face outfitted the front area where the two-car garage was, while the rest of the home had neat, off-white colored siding. It was a a two-story probably another family home, but there wasn't anything wrong with checking. She went around it a couple times, inspecting it and getting a feel for the inhabitants. No...could it be? She only sensed one presense inside, which meant that this was her house! Yes, this was the person who would play her game, wether he or she wanted to or not. Debating which window to enter, she finally decided on a window on the second story as it was left open with only a screen to break through. The tiny fey girl picked up a jagged pebble and flew to the outside window sill, cutting a flap of the mesh screen just large enough for her to squeeze through. She was about five inches tall, but she cut the gash about four inches so it wouldn't seem too suspicious. The inside seemed like any normal male's room a queen sized bed, desk, chair, an open laptop, and clothes on the floor that were carelessly tossed aside. A quick scan, though thourough, notified her of some books on a shelf, and an open incognito tab of porn left up on the laptop. She smirked, shaking her head. It was so typical. The man in the bed was sprawled on top of the sheets, baggy pajamas messily hanging off his body. She couldn't really see his face, as he was face down on the bed, but she nestled herself on the section of the pillow that was unused. The glow of her golden gossamer, almost insectoid wings died down, and she finger-combed through her long, chocolate locks of hair. Hello, dear, she said to him in a rather musical voice, stroking a spot on his head. Her voice was strong, but quiet so as to not wake him up. I love you humans, I really do, but sometimes you're just too fun to play with. Now, let's see what you're dreaming about... Lids closed over her emerald green eyes as she murmered a poetic song about entering his mind, soul, and dreams. To her surprise, he was a resiliant one, able to hold her off for some time. She furrowed her brows and raised her voice, attempting to get through.