Icon of Coil: dance with me [bianca]

August 01, 2002

dance with me [bianca]

[atlantic city boardwalk]

there's a ghost lost in the darkness
there's a nightmare trapped in the waves
there's a dance lead astray in the moonlight
there's a cycle corrupting the haze

mismatched blue eyes (one dark, one light, which tells the future and which sees the past?) cast themselves out to sea, searching the rising and falling (legions) waves for some answer to the star-crossed riddles of the neon lights flickering behind him in an SOS that will never, ever, be answered

they found the body this morning, he heard it (a whispering lie) on the news, the girl washed ashore.... shark attack...... how lethal (inviting) these waters must be

[don't you know it's not safe to swim at night?.....better you, than me]

(bianca)
::There is a ghost that walks the night - there is animal made flesh there is evil made good... dare you touch? can you even see? (there are decades of misunderstanding in the depths of darkened gaze...) straggly blond hair whipped by wind into further tangle over kohl'd eyes -she must be a junkie, bags upon bags under wide awake (awaken ye minions!) gaze- that seeks (will she ever find) her salvation (damnation) in the arms on one who would dance
Tonight's search - the boardwalk.. mumbling to herself (though lips don't move) muffled (gagged) by wind (leather) across slender (skinny) form::

elbows wage a war against the railing (though the right, it is favored, all the way up to the shoulder), long muscles stretching beneath the light fabric covering his back.... then the young blond rises to swing denim-clad leg across the rail (straddling it, a skinny lover, flex of hips a lecherous grind to retain precarious balance)

would he, too, throw himself into the waters below, lay prone before the dark, wet, threads of Fate (Brahma..... Shiva..... which of you will answer my call...) and ride the waves it causes, tempt the monsters that swim in the shadows

[but you, my Son, are the monster]

there's a tension riding beneath the surface, an infection boiling under flesh (and a sorrow that even a silver tongued poet cannot touch)

(Bianca)
::movement, and she dips into the shadows, watching, waiting.. studying (tension drips from his form as blood from fingertips) until revealing herself again she slips toward him.. closer.. this Ashen god who perches pecariously (...do you dance?) on a rail (..ridden..) and her voice is (..muffled 'Hey buddy RUN!'..) soft, silken from wasted form..::
"You're hurt..."
::would that she should gain favor from her god as right arm has from its owner (clutch me closer as I lay broken, bleeding)::

uneven (unearthly) eyes snap to the side, locking the toxic radar on this creature that snuck to his side, a silence spans the moments (hours spent searching your face) between them in a study of this gift from the shadows

"And how would you know...."

coy, soft, words silken as they cross (silvered) tongue, brow lifting over the lighter (left) eye as lips curl into an amused (generous.... but for how long) smile

::her smile is (hungry) amused as she ducks her head just a bit - though never breaks his gaze, dark eyes flickering between light and dark mismatched fun as she chews her lip ('I wanna bite bitch!' muffled, perhaps audible, again) and finally::
"I've been watching you. You favor your right arm"
::nothing hidden, nothing revealed::

that brow lifts further (in amused laughter all its own), pink tongue slipping out to trace a path over the curve of tooth and smile

"Oh?" the chuckle rolls rich from his throat and across the waves "And tell me..... what else did you see...."

not denying her assessment, but not affirming it, either

::she leans closer... as if imparting a secret (and a peek at cleavage under tight leather corset-like top) and murmurs::
"tension"
::a secretive smile and fingers grasp the rail, and she hoists slender (skinny) form up onto the rail - no sitting for her... tightrope walking a bit away, turn, toward him again::
"I see more the people think. In ways they cannot imagine."
::ohh. cryptic.::

those eyes wander (passion and homicide) across the skin flexing beneath tight leather, slow to lean away again as attention enthrals with acrobatic antics (do you know how thin a wire you walk?)

"Tell me more of your story...... I imagine many things others would not, could not, and dare not......."

::Laughter - a childs laughter, though she seems to be about 19... and she leans foward again ('Like the view buddy? take a fucking picture!' muffled, still.) grasps the rail and swings down to sit... tongue flicking out to taste of her lips, moistening, then pulling back as she leans close.. secrets (and lies)::
"Would you believe... That I can see around corners? And hunt while remaining still...? or..."
::a pause as she studies him, dark eyes brimming with (madness) laughter::
"That I could seem more hidious then the scariest thing you can imagine?"
::but while she studies him - she is plucking things from his mind.. and before his eyes, as she speaks, he is suddenly sure that she - and she alone - is his soulmate, everything he has ever wanted in a date (murder andpassion)::
[to Asher: ::a gift called 'enhancement' - he will be sure that she is his dream girl, because she plucked what he wanted to see from his mind, and became it. The change is unnoticable - he'll simply react as if she has been this dream lover from the moment she spoke..:: ]

the smile widens (lecherous and thrilled) as he watches this dream come to life before him (yyyyeessss...... you will be the one to peel the scabs from my unspeakable dreams) all but uncurling to reach and capture this dream before it slides away (mine, forever)

"You tempt me with these visions......."

mused (the oracle apparent)

"I want more."

"do you..."
::purred, crooned, a lover to her obsesion.. sh slides closer, within reach, fingers trailing down his chest, nails catching in fabric as she leans close to breath (moan) across his ear::
"Then tell me what you are... and I am have, and am, will be yours..."

a sound roils in his throat (affection, idolatry) pleasure hazed in this sudden adoration though the slight laugh falls thick from lips once more at this game (flinching as nails run over unhealed skin hidden beneath thin fabric)

"You know what I am...."

[i have already given you everything but expect nothing in return]

::She leans back a bit, an a slow pout forms.. disappointed (how could he.) though it teases into a smile and fingers traces - harder - over unhealed skin..::
"I said... tell me... ('shh! don't tell her! run!' not quite as muffled now)"

lips pull away from teeth as moan rattles deep in tenderized (ribs still broken) chest, chin stretching foreward to drip silken voice across ear hidden by (perfect) blond, stringy hair

"Beta."

there is no self, there is only pack

::She smiles (redemption) and leans into the soft moan, silken voice and with a soft croon of her own murmurs as slender (too thin, perfect) arm slides around him..::
"my favorite"
::I will worship you::

he cannot count the times he has spilled blood for that smile (and would again, at the slightest notion) curling (supplicating to the Archangel) in the singular embrace

though fear spikes down lean spine..... never allowed to be this close before, though does nothing to question..... the sounds in his throat near silent (meant for unnatural ears) as mismatched eyes close (so this is rapture) excited tremors igniting within long frame

::he curls close, and her world is complete (I will die for you) and free hand traces lazily over unhealed skin, slipping under thin material to trace broken ribs, the sounds offered exhaulted in.. her smile - beautiful.. (let them laugh NOW! I am one step closer to god)::
"I have traveled forever to find you. You belong to me, and I to you. But you must promise to complete a task for me.."
::knowing, in his supplication, he will do anything for his dream::

chest hitches in half laugh though it's caught as fingers find (screaming) bone, warm breath washing across her (his) neck in whimpered moan (why have you changed so much..... suddenly....)

"Anything."

already, he would have done whatever it was asked, requested, demanded by the form so strangely close to his

::She smiles, knowing it is the truth and a final command is whispered (screamed) acorss his ear (mind)::
"Bianca is for you... a gift. Take care of her, and I will be pleased. She will aid you, and teach you much."
::and with lingering caress, she (he) pulls away, and while eyes are closed - Enhancement falls away, and it is simply Bianca sitting next to him on the rail, hands folded demurely in her lap, head tilted curiously (he must have missed the Fallen fang's retreat)::
"Are you alright? ('Mad as a fucking hatter, aren't ya?' almost audible, barely muffled now)

there is a nod (slight, dreamy.... drunk on the scent of his flesh.....but it changes, suddenly, as the dream shatters) and mismatched eyes snap open (invisable hackles raise) and lips curl into a snarl

[where. is. he.]

frustration's wrath momentarily centering itself on the slight girl sitting next to him

::she doesnt flinch away from the snarl, or the wave of (delicious) frustration, the picture of innocence before commenting, seemingly idly.::
"Went that way. I'm Bianca, by the way, in case you were wondering and all."
::general direction tossed over her shoulder, then - she obviously heard what he said::

mismatched eyes narrow

"I know who you are."

something isn't right (he never acts that way) and those eyes scrutinize the body before him (where the dream once was, so close, yet so out of reach) the leather corset stripped away in his mind (the ribbons I will make of your skin) judging the gift like an auctioned steer

"Common."

the railing dismounted (teeth grit on impact, the bones he has not yet had time nor energy to heal), to keep it safe, he must find it shelter

::She smiles (demented) and nods, hopping down from the railing, lithe, almost graceful... her voice still soft, silken croon...::
"You wish to know my story still...?"

[Asher will take her to a motel for safe keeping, the pit isn't safe]
Posted by asher at August 01, 2002 12:00 AM

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