Thread: Flirting with the Devil [Shaelinn and Dreamer-]

If God truly existed and manipulated every little aspect of individual's life like some religions would want us to believe, only two things were absolutely set in stone. First, he would have to be a total Red Bull addict by now because micro-managing lives of billions people wasn't something you could take care about in five minutes and then head to the pub to drink yourself to the hangover happily, and secondly, the guy's character had probably suffered a massive damage over centuries of playing The Sims with sentient beings. Plaguing her sleep with two horrific nightmares grounded in reality during one night was just a little bit of overkill Lara really didn't need all her failures smeared in her face in vivid colors. This concrete vision, however, differed from the previous one drastically. While the bad dream from before was so accurate in its depiction of what had happened she could shoot a documentary movie based on her nightly escapade, this one lacked all the breathtaking, gory details. They didn't have to be here in order to convey the message properly. The feelings dominated there the sensation of loss so immense she felt like puking, the crawling dread, the cold realization nothing would ever be the same... Even though Lara would probably win a gold medal in the Olympics if there was a discipline called self-control , it wasn't so superior as to stretch its effect to the realm of sleep the tears began to trickle down her cheeks uncontrollably. Have you ever experienced that strange state immediately before waking up when you're still captured under the dream's influence, but some distant part of your mind is aware you're, in fact, asleep? Lara slipped into that condition the moment she felt someone's grip on her bare shoulders. Red warning lights were flashing furiously in that almost conscious corner of her mind there was an intruder in her bedroom and based on the statistics, they probably hadn't come to throw her a surprise party. Lara opened her eyes, looking somewhat lost. Who the hell was the woman some pervert reveling in stealing honorary citizens' clothes and then sneaking into their beds? Fortunately, Arcadia's voice pulled her back to the reality before her self-defense mechanism activated and forced her to knock the alleged trespasser's teeth out. Oh, that's right. It's just Arcadia, friendly demon next door who now owns a half of my soul. she thought as her memories fell into place like a perfect puzzle piece. That was when she realized the contents of her dream and salty traces on her face her slightly panicked expression immediately grew into pure horror. Had she talked in her sleep? Damn, even if she hadn't, the tears said more than a thousand words would. Crap, crap, crap. Lara had never felt so naked, so vulnerable in front of someone. Listening to Arcadia's speech also didn't help matters much her eyes went wide with surprise as the demon accused her of... what, exactly? What the hell did I do?! Her cheeks flaming with embarrassment, Lara was just seconds away from actually begging her for forgiveness, but that would go against the rules of their little game of dominance. The blonde needed to save the little dignity she had left with some smart, deep-cutting response. W-well, if you have a problem with me being touchy-feely, you're still welcome to sleep on the floor. I can molest whoever I want in my own bed, Lara heard herself saying in tone of a kid who had just been refused a candy. Most of the time, her quick tongue worked strictly in her favor, defeating and humiliating even the most determined enemies, but when she was really flustered, it backfired on her in the most spectacular manner... Just like now. Seriously, brain? I need to fire a witty comment at her and THIS is what you give me? Fuck you! Lara wriggled out of Arcadia's clutch swiftly as if she was a carrier of some incurable disease and deserted the bed frankly, the demon's proximity was getting a little too much to bear for the confused girl. Turning to face the window so Arcadia couldn't see her wiping away her tears, Lara registered the sun's shy touch spreading over London. The sight would have been breath-taking, romantic even, if it weren't for the billboards offering 'colossal discount' for viagra. She toyed with the thought of leaving for work earlier just to escape the shame the anonymity of wandering aimlessly in the dirty streets was a rather tempting concept compared to Arcadia's taunts, but she knew running away like that would count as yet another loss. No, the young hunter would have to endure it somehow... And the idea on how to do it popped up inside her head. Since the verbal beat-down hadn't gone as well as expected, Lara decided to change her strategy re-directing Arcadia's attention to relatively safe topic was currently the best option. Anyway, since you woke me up over such a trifle, let's make some use of the spare time before my shift starts. Now's your chance to show how talented teacher you are. Initiate me to the secrets of magic.