"Haken Dreams"

12/4/96

Cast: Winnowill, Azeure
Event: After securing Azeure's heart by taking him to ber bed, Winnowill goes 
  about securing his mind by crafting him a dream of the High One Haken.

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A soft haunting send forms within your mind, an elf, tall and thin with black
  hair and hazel eyes. He looks to you with mild scorn and disbelief on his
  face.

Azeure curls in on himself slightly, withdrawing his arms from around you, his
  brow furrowing softly in his sleep

Winnowill watches you with a mild expression, caressing your cheek once.

** So... ** The send is old, and laced with dark power. ** Is this what my
  children have become? **

Azeure swallows hard, the lines of his lips taking on a familiar old frown, the
  send comes, but it is in his sleep ** Who are you? **
Azeure's jaw tenses under your fingertips.

The answer comes with sharpness, and the ringing finality of a High One. ** I
  am Haken. Who might you be? **

Winnowill smiles faintly, yet does not move to wake the sleeping Chosen. Duty
  will call soon enough.

Azeure gasps underneath your touch, his brow now furrowed tightly, his jaw
  firmly set now, the send becoming unfuzzy.. this is so real to him ** I.. am
  Azeure.. son of Melanthe **

** And what are you, Azeure, son of Melanthe? You are no High One. Are you an
  elf? For you seem to know little of your own potential. **

** My lover who I have come to love.. seems to believe we are much more alike
  than you eem to portray High One. **

The High One laughs, a dark and rich sound, filled with promise of power. **
  Does she? Perhaps she is correct... but you do not tap into your abilities as
  you should. You would be so much more.... beautiful... if you did... **

Winnowill, almost on a cue, caresses your cheek softly.

Azeure leans into the touch, his gaze softening a bit ** Show me then High
  One.. for I am your childs child and more.. give me that power so that I can
  bring the old ways back for the mountain.. those who so richly deserve that
  power.. **

** The power? It lies within you, Child. That darkness that gives your very
  soul the edge, the ability to do and to -be- better than all others. **
  Haken's send washes you with darkness, soft and alluring.

Azeure swallows hard ** Then show me how to unleash it.. that power **

** Give in. **

Winnowill's touch becomes the touch of magic, seeping into you, reaching for
  barriers that guard the darkness within... seeking out the old memories...
  and sparking new fire to them.

** She must love me.. she must love them.. even in the darkness unleashed.. the
  love is the power.. **

Azeure whimpers, the -old- memories.. all they hold is pain.. hurt.. pain
  torture.. Melanthe.. suppression.. oppression.. this isn't freedom..

** Little fool. ** Haken's laugh ripples through you, causing small ripples to
  converge, catching flame to you. ** Do you not know? She loves you. ** A
  flash, and that which is pain and oppression subsides somewhat. The darkness
  remains as clear and as cool as an inviting pool. ** Won't you free yourself?
  **

Azeure inhales deeply, wincing notably.. it's a wonder he hasn't awakened.. but
  he is transfixed ** But I can't -feel- it.. she won't give that to me.. it is
  my life to teach her to love again.. take me into that darkness Haken.. take
  me into -her- darkness.. **

** Only you can do that, Azeure. By accepting and becoming your darkness. Then,
  you shall be my child... and her mate. ** Haken again shows the pool,
  shimmering in reverse-light, absorbing the surroundings.

Azeure opens his eyes, what was once blue as the sky, turning grey as slate and
  narrowing to adjust to even the dim lighting.

Winnowill raises an eyebrow, still caressing your cheek, her magic faded.

Azeure's gaze fixed for moments on the celing, ice cold.. colder.. ** Yes.. **

Winnowill raises the other eyebrow. ** You slept well? **

Azeure's gaze moves to meet yours, darkly chilling the contrast, warmth still
  behind them, but you sense it is only for one ** Always when in your arms..
  my mate **

Haken fades from you, his parting send somewhat cryptic. ** Love them all, my
  child... as I did. With... fierce devotion... **

Winnowill smiles darkly. ** Good. Tell me... of your dreams? **

Azeure raises his fingertips to your cheek, even his touch cool, yet
  invigorating ** I dreamt of Haken.. I remember him now.. and still the same
  that haunts my dreams to this morn **

Winnowill smiles. ** You remind me so of him.... **

Azeure traces your lips softly with a cool fingertip ** You loved him.. **

Winnowill parts her lips slightly. ** I did. **

Azeure's fingers come to rest on your lower lip, his gaze deep and utterly
  piercing into yours ** Love me.. my mate.. with all the love you've within
  you.. and we shall be unstopable you and I **

Winnowill leans forward to kiss you deeply. ** Indeed, we shall... my mate. **

Azeure's kiss returns, but oddly with no fire.. ** Love me Winnowill.. for I
  know you are not loveless.. **

You locksend ** /She tugs slightly at the bond, then showing her love, dark yet
  true./ Do you doubt? ** to Azeure.

Azeure's mind swirls and twines with yours, something more intermingled than
  simply thoughts, dark, true, deep love washes over the bond.. he's -given-
  that gift to you, the send comes quickly, he knows it is not an easy thing to
  do.. but it is the devotion he requires ** Give it to me.. my mate.. not for
  a moment.. but for our existance.. my -soul's- mate.. none understand
  eachother as we do.. now.. **

Winnowill sends, then the love, as dark as it may be, bursts around you,
  cauthing you up in it, filling you and emptying you almost all at once. A
  sensation that could truly leave one breathless... but before any harm can be
  done, the bond settles again, calming.

Azeure gasps, the fire returning to his kiss, until the bond calms.. if it
  kills him he will bask in that love forever..

Winnowill kisses you deeply, refusing to let that fire go. ** My mate... the
  constant touch would kill... and that I could not bear. **

Azeure's arms tighten around you, the darkness and love uniting us into one,
  kissing you with such passion ** Then let it be that we are one.. for
  always.. for us.. eachother.. and the High One's sake.. **

Winnowill echoes darkly, ** The High One's sake.... yes. For all of us. ** as
  she brings you closer to her body, the final union of body and soul to
  darkness.

Ker is forgotten.. he is.. can only be Azeure.. and he is one with you now..
  claiming you for his own and giving himself completely to you all in one
  blessed instant, body trembling and hot as he penetrates your depths, soul
  swirling around in that darkness, offering his own mind numbing love, his
  passion could be considered primal were it not the kiss of a High One.. a
  dark angel upon your lips, within the warmth of your womb, clawing his way
  into your soul with the love of his own, bathing your mind with pleasure and
  emotion.. -this- in one blinding moment.

Winnowill's darkness rules you both, and for the nonce, the pleasures of the
  flesh suffice. The souls' touch will abide, and in time, become the All. Her
  embrace is hot, her kisses deep, the welcome home to the lost dark soul she
  loves... ** Welcome, Azeure. **

Azeure throws himself headlong into that darkness, he will learn to compel his
  soul to not only live, but thrive in the contact of your love, he needs it's
  touch.. deadly and so addictive all at once.. it will kill him he knows.. but
  now it is your darkness he needs to survive, and he -is- now that darkness,
  your own, and you his, his body and yours no longer defined, melding into the
  pleasure, one.. complete.. now.. the two of us..the one of us..

** Yes... **

[End log.]