Dreams of Beauty and Darkness

Standing at the crossroads, each path is looked upon. Each giving their own impression. Each calling to him. With his trademark sigh, Vrinn removes his distinctive cloak of crimson only to hang it on a tree at one of the junctions. His elven rapier, miraculously not broken, a memento of his time spent among the elves and one that holds significant sentimental value, is stabbed into the ground at the base of a tree. His longbow, also of elven make, gifted to him upon his graduation by his archery mentor, is leaned against the tree next to the rapier. The entire ensemble looking much like a grave in its own right. Turning, his face a stoic mask as he peers into the sunset, begins to walk the path that fills him with the most comfort. Freedom calls. Peace, warmth, and comfort. For an eternity he walks, but only a moment passes. For an eternity the sun bobs above the horizon, but in a moment it's gone. Replaced in it's stead a swarm of wasps that blot out the sun, casting the landscape into shadow, turning the air cool, cold, yet warmth still envelops the half-elf as though it were a lover's embrace. He walks into the swarm, not afraid. The wasps don't sting. His armour falls the the ground, each step leaving a piece of leather in it's wake. Still the wasps don't sting. They surround him. Land on him. Millions of insectile wings whipping his hair into a frenzy. Yet he remains unscathed. From the other side of the swarm he steps, naked, into a plane devoid of light, yet still he can see. His skin pale against the darkness, his blue eyes so bright they almost glow. The swarm begins to form, to coalesce, and to this he bows...

Vrinn feels a soft hand against the back of his neck. The touch feels soft and warm. Everywhere the fingers caress, no more firm than a butterfly's touch, his feels warmth. At first the warmth is pleasant and then it becomes hot, burning, passionate, raging and intense. The skin on Vrin's body feels raw, as though it could feel everything. His field of vision is filled with yellow and the face of a woman so beautiful, he cannot actually find words to fill his mind or mouth to convey it. She kisses him and the kiss makes him feel inadequate, small, and instantly begging for more. She pulls back and runs her thumb over his lips. "Oh," she says softly and seductively. She pulls Vrinn to her body and they lay on a bed of writhing and buzzing masses of mostly. Snatches of yellow, blue, red, and even white can be seen. "What do you desire, Vrinnathollis, son of Vinadea?"

"My Lady..." he begins, his breath raspy in his throat, eyes closed as he breathes in her intoxicating aroma "...I desire, my desires are..." he pauses, unsure. His eyes flutter open finally to gaze upon the beauty who embraces him upon her bed of wasps. His eyes roam over her form, from the swell of her chest to the slope of her hips. Her lissome legs entwined with his as his fingers dare to dance across her skin ever so lightly and gracefully. He licks his lips, tasting a sweet nectar left from her touch. "I don't know what I desire beyond th' blissful pleasure and a few grudges that need to be settled." He admits as his eyes, pleading, lock with hers for the briefest of moments before he is forced to look away or become lost in their beauty forever. "I know I died, I should've died, though my heart still beats an' my loins still stir... Evidently" he says with a wry smile "Is that your doing, Lady? I mean, the whole bein' alive part. I think we both know the reason for... Ahem." he cuts himself off before he begins babbling. "What I meant t' ask was, is there a reason you brought me back when I should've joined you in Elysium?"

Periodically, waves of wasps obscure Vrinn's vision preventing him from seeing his goddess, the teasing increasing his desire. Vrinn finds his mind clogging and becoming unclear as though being controlled. His body responds automatically to this intrusion. "I didn't bring you back but you're mine so I took you and now I have you." At this Vrinn feels a surge through his body as though he were pierced through by a giant needle but instead of pain there is pure pleasure. "You are mine and I desire you to serve me."

Shaking his head to attempt to defog the cloud that fills it, his eyes roll back into their sockets as he gazes lustfully upwards to the vision of perfection atop of him as they writhe together. "Savored sting!" He gasps, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over him. "Lady" he gasps breathlessly, his whole body shuddering as bliss overtakes him "Your desire is my desire, I'll serve you with all th' power I can. Whatever your plans are for me I'll see you fulfilled, one way or another..." he grins with another sharp intake of breath as another tremor of ecstasy crashes over him. "Name your price, Goddess, anything you desire I will give to you!"

The woman bends down over and silences Vrinn with a kiss, his mouth feels blissfully full of sweetness and hard carapaces. His mind still foggy he awakes with Gildie sitting on his chest grinning. "So viel kraft, so viel energy!" she says with a laugh. "Okay, gut job!" She pats his cheeks then crawls out of the bed to drink from a water pitcher. Vrinn's feels as though he's running a fever, he feels starved, and his skin feels tight and burnt, especially his back.  Of his dream he can only recall the a beautiful elven woman in a yellow gown with shining black hair standing impossible far away yet perfect in every detail.