Topic: Pay to Dream

Wren Juke

Date: 2009-03-02 07:35 EST
His hand moved along the side of her neck, along the edge of her ear, raking back through unruly fall of black. He smiled and bent down, removing the blindfold from her eyes, a breath of words along her cheek.

"Believe"

And eyes fluttered open as she looked up into the dark face of the Hallow Sir, autumn person, born of a carnival wind. She could smell Egypt, ground leaves, and the air was hot like a lion's den.

"You trick me, sir", she said determinedly, and he barked his laugh, coyote call, spinning on a heel and retying the yellow ribbon around her head, to cover her sight.

"You do not trust me yet!!!!!!", he exclaimed, feverishly, pacing back and forth.

"Do you not have a dream you'd pay heaven and earth for, something greater than gold?"

Wren shuddered and lids flickere behind the pale gold satin that shielded her green gaze. The night settled heavily it seemed upon her shoulders, and she smiled, a peculiar urge at such a time.

"I've nothing, Lauter. Nothing to offer, nothing to beg"

He turned to the hall of mirrors and roared in anguish, defeated. Aye, the girl was defiant. She would not give in! Never madden a Master.

He spun on her, hand to her cheek. Chair and body flung off kilter, tied, she hit the dusty earth, smelling of dessicated parchment, ancient skin, burnt dreams.

"What...would you pay, Lauter?", she coughed, moving only her mouth to form pale words.

"Have me thrown around a room at your own self made limitations. I've nothing Lauter, nothing! Let me up, untie me! You've nothing in me!"

Staggering forwards, eyes ablur, fists clenched, he stared at her at his feet. Such a frail little creature. What a doll she could be, fixed right. He slowly crouched to rest an unexpectedly gentle touch to her arm, which flinched at the contact.

"You've everything to give, in all that emptiness. Let me....make you...new"

Snake oil ran through his veins, not blood, she thought, blindly lain across the old dirty floor. From behind her lids she could make out the catching shadows that parted, sneaking light from towering street lamp just beyond this door where she was dragged..

"What would you have me be?"