Thread: Cured |: DontxBlinkk and Kathria :|

The dreams that flowed through her mind seemed to make her want to scream. In all reality, Vaserus never screamed, but she wished she did. Her dreams were so real, so frighteningly beautiful and she hated every minute of it. She wasn't the type of woman who enjoyed lovey dove stuff and her dreams seemed to revolve around it. The dreams were always the same. She was running from someone, purple hair fluttering behind her head. Dark purple eyes looking for a means of escape but never finding it. Always, always, he seemed to find her. The same man every time, haunting her every move, her every desire and every second of her dreams. She was never alone, never free from him. He. Always. Found. Her. It was so unnerving, so frightening and at the same time so beautiful. There was a pull to him in her dreams, one her subconscious seemed to enjoy and fall right into. Her waking mind struggled with the concept. A stranger in her dreams wanting her, and her wanting him to be real. However she would never admit that to her sister, Star. Vaserus was quite about the whole thing, until Star had watched her wake up in a ball of sweat. That's when Vaserus most secrete of dreams had been exposed. Star had came up with an idea to trap Vaserus's dreams, to bring them to light so Vaserus couldn't hide from them anymore. Some of them were more than embarrassing, exposing Vaserus in the most delicate of ways. Her desires had been exposed on the dream catcher and tonight was no different. No. They had been doing this for several nights. Capturing Vaserus's dreams on the dream catcher and display them for the two of them to see. She wished, deeply, that Star would just go away some times and let her watch her dreams in private, but the girl was so into them. Even if sometimes they were like a porno. Those were the ones Vaserus just wanted to hide from. Star however was more than intrigued by them. Tonight's dream was less revealing, and left Vaserus with her breath. Vaserus had woken up like every other night. Her white gown drenched and clinging to her large breasts and curves. There was no hiding her body at night, but she would often tie down her breasts to appear more like a boy, so people might leave her alone. Still her pretty appealing face always brought someone to gawk at her. Now was not that time. Now was the time she had awoken from another dream. She found herself in her tiny room, Star with her pink hair sitting Indian style on the end of the bed staring at her. Above her bed set the neatly place dream catcher that spun and glowed white awaiting for someone to play it. Vaserus looked at the dream catcher, dreading what might be seen. Vaserus grabbed for the dream catcher before Star could get her tan hands on it. Hey! Star expressed shifting her weight so she hovered over the ledge of the bed. Not Fair! Vaserus jerked her head around pushing her long purple hair out of her face. My dreams, my rules! Star huffed, her pink eyes glowing as she watched her older sister closely. No no. My dream catcher. My rules! Vaserus found herself hissing, primal instincts kicking in, but Star extended a hand and the dream catch spun out of Vaserus's hands to her tan ones. Vaserus kicked her legs but Star just hovered further above the bed so she couldn't be hit. Promise you'll get out of my room after this one? I don't like you watching me sleep... Vaserus wrapped her arms over her chest. ...Or watching my dreams. Their private. Private because you like to spread your legs in them? Yes, but not to me! Ugh, you are unbelievable Star! Just play the damn dream catcher so I can get rid of you! Star snickered evilly as she played with the Dream catcher before pushing it so it fluttered before them. Star stuck out her index finger, chanting some obscene words Vaserus couldn't hear before the dream catcher glowed brighter. Suddenly the dream catcher started spinning out of control and above it lights started to flicker before a screen popped up, revealing the events of her dream. The figure in the screen was none other than herself holding onto someone, clinging onto them for dear life as if she lost them it might be the end of her. He had a hold on her, always. Vaserus hated watching, but she knew she had to. Her subconscious looked up at the figure, but she never could fully see his face in the dream catcher. It was always blurred, always, but she knew it was him. She never had to hear his voice to know who it was, only that the black silhouette was him. Her soul knew it, and she hated it. Vaserus's subconscious self began to speak to him, and Star and Vaserus listened closely. Come to me. I need you. Vaserus couldn't help from blinking several times at her own words. She knew she had wanted him to be real, but this was too much. Star pointed her finger down her throat as she stuck out her tongue and Vaserus couldn't help but smack the dream catcher to the ground making it shatter. Hey! I was just meaning you were being corny! Star whined and Vaserus pointed to the black and white butterfly paint door. OUT! Star muttered, crossing her arms over her chest angrily before she shifted to the ground and opened Vaserus's bedroom door before slamming it behind her. Vaserus pointed to the door knob, her brow twitching as she locked it. Grunting, she fell back onto her bed and smacked her arms down. So annoying..