[Devil's Lair] Fear's Little Dance

[Roza Vas]

The kiss was tantalizing, every nerve in her body erupted in euphoric glee -- nothing induced by her friend, though Esper could easily inspire such feelings. But never in her -- at least not without asking first. She wouldn't say no in the moment. Right now she wanted to be with Esper and ignore the reason they'd come. The kiss was just for show. A ritual performed many times over. But it was the offering of after that escalated the soft press of lips that deepened. Shivers rode down her spine and she gasped for breath when they finally broke apart. "Tonight you can collect." Roza whispered and pressed her forehead to Espers while looking around for their precious little mark.

He turned his back on them, she watched as he slipped down the very same tunnel they had found him. "Our little bird is hunting." She giggled and looked deep into her friends eyes. "We could leave him to find whatever he searches for tonight. He forsake us after all." Roza pulled Esper closer and pressed her face against her friends and whispered in her ear over the music. "We can start early."

[Sámiel]

As Rena entered the circle and approached Sámiel, something extraordinary happened. The dancers around them, caught in the magnetic pull of their combined energy, began to move closer, forming a tight-knit cluster of bodies. It was as though their individual dances had converged into a shared experience, a moment of unity and connection.

Sámiel, still lost in his seductive trance, extended a hand toward Rena as she drew near, entwining his fingers with hers like destiny's threads. As they danced together, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, as if they had been partners in this cosmic dance from time immemorial.

Their dance was a fusion of energies, a weaving of stories, a blend of two souls finding resonance.

Sámiel's embrace enveloped Rena without interrupting the dance. His arms encircled her with a gentle strength, and they moved together as one. Their eyes met, and in that electric gaze, a silent understanding passed between them—a recognition of something he had forged, the magic he had invoked. He drank in this carnal energy that suffused her very being as one might suction the life force from another being. His kiss was the whisper of darkness, devouring as the void at the end of time and enveloping as a death shroud that covered only them. It was the night, and around them, this thrumming lust radiated among the other dancers, unveiling the natural order of human desire almost all at once, and he was at its center.

Sámiel's eyes, still hauntingly beautiful, remained locked onto Rena's amid the club’s darkness, and in their shared gaze, worlds seemed to collide and merge. They continued to dance with ardor and passion, a silent declaration of ownership of one another.

But just as the intensity of their moment together reached its zenith, an interruption came in the form of another dancer—a figure who seemed to materialize from the shadows of so many bodies. This newcomer, with a confident and seductive allure, moved closer to Sámiel and Rena, drawn by the magnetic energy that radiated from the pair.

Their dance, once an intimate connection between two souls, now became a complex and intricate trio. The newcomer matched their movements with a sensual grace, seamlessly blending into the dance as if they had always belonged there.

Sámiel, Rena, and the mysterious newcomer moved in unison, their bodies entwined in a way that defied convention and expectation. The chemistry between them was palpable, a swirling vortex of passion and curiosity that seemed to pull the entire dance floor into its orbit.

[Rena]

The thrumming bass of the music slowly seemed to recede from her hearing, no longer overpowering and overwhelming, warping and twisting until it was thudding through her instead, part of her, rather than around her, pounding, thumping, beating, blending into one single heartbeat. The rhythm pulsed, incessant, unending, eternal, calling, sex and life, God and Devil made incarnate, dark winged angel, his beautiful, loving malevolence peering down at her through black eyes, calling.

Her body throbbed and moved in time with that external heartbeat, his arms and hands and chest and torso and groin against her and rubbing her, exploring, roaming, touching and pulling and pushing, the one-ness forming around them. Onyx black stared, peered, seeming to shift, thinning to slits of a dragon's eye, and she felt herself open, yielding to this dark serpent, breathing sharply as if something were being drawn from her, pulled from her in one long, endless stream, a never ending exhale, an eternal silent, singing scream, of pleasure and pain and spirit and soul.

He seemed to drink it in to himself, making her part of himself, and she felt herself twinned and halved and dancing alongside herself and himself, touching herself and feeling her body, tasting her, breathing her breath, savoring her soul, peering and seeing into her, the dark caves her eyes, gold and diamond and jewels flashing, shining from the deep beyond, every memory, every fear, every hope glittering from the darkness.

Love overwhelmed her, love for herself, for the beauty and taste and purity of her soul, for itself; for the glimpse into herself from the eyes of God and Satan, from the beyond, from being seen and known.

And she was at peace. She lost herself to the rhythm, to the dance, two minds and spirits, intertwined, point and counterpoint, harmony and dissonance, weaving, threads of warp and woof in a tapestry, coupled and tight.

And then another thread wove itself into the cloth, not over or under, but alongside, within and without. Through Sámiel's eyes, she saw them, through Rena's eyes she saw them, and a strange smile played across her lips, and now the two were three.

[Sámiel]

The newcomer was a striking woman with eyes that glimmered like stars in the night and moved with an alluring grace that seemed to pull the very energy of the room toward her. Her presence added a new dimension to the dance, a touch of the unknown that heightened the intrigue.

She spoke a name into each of their ears, “Luna,” pairing the identity with the curve of a smile not unlike the sickle of her namesake.

As the three dancers moved together, their chemistry was electrifying. Sámiel, Rena, and Luna seemed to anticipate each other's every move, their bodies swaying in harmony with the music. The dance became a symphony of desire, a testament to the sensuality and connection that the night had brought between them.

But as the dance reached its crescendo, the nightclub's lighting system malfunctioned, casting the dance floor into sudden darkness. Then the music abruptly cut out, plunging the entire club into eerie silence. In the pitch-black darkness, the patrons exchanged confused murmurs, their sense of sight stolen by the night's unexpected whims. Yet, the trio, undeterred by the blackout, continued to dance. Sámiel’s movements took on an even more intense and tactile quality in the obscurity. He could feel the rhythm of the music in his bones, and against the bodies that he drew to his own, together they moved in response to the invisible symphony of the night. He felt more powerful than ever.

As the darkness enveloped them, his dance became a dance of touch and sensation, a dance that transcended the visual. His traced their forms with a delicate, exploratory touch, his body moving in response to the invisible energy that bound them together.



((You can keep the music/lights off as long as you want. Or you can say it was caused by whatever. I have no plans other than to inject some chaos. *grin))

[Cruz]

[[ always with the chaos I do love the chaos though ]]

The music thumped above his head and the lights flickered, but otherwise he was alone with the silence of the long shadowy corridors. They weren't empty, rooms jut off in various directions people lounged against walls with whatever drug of choice, but the music was only that which rattled the walls from back the way he came. The sounds of sex and drugs were all that was all that generated from the rooms Cruz passed.

The lights flickered again... the darkness lasting longer than usual before flicking back on. Sparks settling down from above from the sudden surge. There was fear coursing through Cruz's veins as he stepped around a couple making out, smoke filtering from the man's mouth as they separated. A shared inhale/exhale with a kiss. Romantic ... mostly. Though Cruz minded his own business and just kept walking steadily through the passage way. He had no destination. Only the half memory of the fear that called and pulled him through whatever Cam had give him earlier. He didn't care where they got off too, if they followed or not he'd find out. He wasn't completely strung out of his mind this time.

The ights flickered again. Sparks rained down from above. The music stopped thumping. Everything was silent in the pitch black of it all. Murmurs from all around echoed in the halls and rooms. But no one dashed or ran for the exits. Whatever it was might be normal. Might not be -- but no one was concerned and soon the sounds resumed their normalness.

Walking wouldn't be a good thing with the number of people he'd seen ahead of him. But he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. His heart raced in his chest. His blood ran hot and he saw flashes of the skull in his mind, in front of him like a phantom laughing at him. Crying, tearing out it's hair. He wanted to scream but he didn't. It wasn't real, but he wanted it to be.

[Esper]

Roza’s reaction was sublime. To crawl inside another’s skin and feel every iota of feeling trapped within them was always transcendent; she didn’t know how others survived without it. Directing those emotions into another was useful, sometimes even fun – especially on stage. But knowing everything Roza felt now was purely her, that was something else.

“He’s looking for the high again already. Let him look. He won’t find it anywhere but the carnival.” The words came out with the nonchalance of truth. Esper did Zeke’s bidding, but had no vested stake in the outcome. And Cruz would find his way back. Fear like the kind he chased diluted with every experience, and what he’d felt first inside these dark halls would be mediocre now. The high he sought could only be found in the carnival. A truth he'd figure out on his own.

A dark smile curled her lips. The mark was always a game. In fact, despite Epser’s often morose exterior, most things were a game to her to some degree or another. She twirled Roza about in her arms. Emotions flooded in from all around them, and she was aware of the lust’s influence, but she was only paying attention to the woman in front of her. At least until the dark intruded, and the music cut. She flinched in reaction, for the loss of sound as well as the sudden tidal change around them. Confusion mostly, but she didn’t like the abruptness of the change. Like a dash of cold water.

[Roza Vas]

The darkness was haunting and comforting all the same. But it was Esper whom she pulled close to reassure her friend and keep them from getting separated in the dark. Cruz was gone down the long passage. There were screams and confusion, but no one ran or fled. it wasn't uncommon to lose the power.

Almost as soon as the power went out lights from wallets flickered to life. The DJ's stand came to life in the darkness sending lighting effect across the darkened landscape. Music started up where it left off and the crowd began their jubilant dances for joy. Hoots and hollers rolled through the area and Roza was more than happy to have the sounds back, even if there were no lights. It was common place after all. It probably happened every night. Maybe only nights they were there, maybe not. But it was common enough.

Roza danced around Esper close and full of life. She loved to dance and sing and play music. She loved that Esper inspired much of it. She smiled at her life long friend. "Let's go home." she said with a wink.

[Rena]

Rena lost herself in the music and the dance. The three of them seemed to meld together in the darkness amid flashing lights. She was reminded of images she'd seen of snakes, intertwined, impossible to tell one from the other as they constantly shifted and twisted and turned. 

The flashes of colored light amid darkness played across faces as Sámiel transformed into Luna then morphed into both of them. At one point, Luna held a small piece of paper out, an offering. Through the flickering lights and thrumming base, Rena felt a spark of hunger leap from the other woman. She felt Sámiel behind her, enveloped by him, her dark angel, with black leathery wings wrapping her. She gave in to the Ecstasy (she assumed) and opened her mouth to receive the communion.

It hit instantly, pulling her mind up through her skull into the universe. Her surroundings hadn't changed, but her awareness had. She felt like she was everywhere at once, beside, behind, in front, and in between. Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, only to be sliced into miniscule chunks, each one its own lifetime with little overlap or memory to the next.

Beat. She was seeing Sámiel's beautiful smile in front of her and wondered at the joy he seemed to feel.

Beat. She was looking at Sámiel's eyes as he gazed at her, all the while wondering at what she had just been thinking. For some reason, she couldn't remember what it was.

Beat. It was dark and she struggled to remember if it had always been so. She realized it was quiet too and could not remember if that had also been the case. Despite that, she realized that she was still dancing, she and Sámiel and Luna.

Beat. It was dark and quiet and Rena was dancing and found herself wondering when it had become so. She still felt the rhythm despite the silence. All three of them lost and enjoying themselves.

Beat. Beat. Beat. An infinite chain of infinitesimal moments in time, disconnected despite the bleed over.

She lost herself as if in a trance, felt herself falling into her body, aware of every part, the tips of her fingers, the tops of her ears, the back of her neck, the small of her back, the ditch behind her knee, floor of her pelvis, the tip of her clit, the breath on her neck, the smell in her nose, the taste on her lips, body and sensation merging into one until she was what she felt, she was her hunger and desire and fear and love and sex and rage and power.

Power. She felt it flickering, a warmth that wanted to fill her and she craved to be filled, penetrated and inhabited.

Rena surrendered and the flowing river of sun coursed through her, electrifying every nerve that was already on fire.

Rena felt like she was glowing. She did not know if anyone else could see it. They must. Surely.

Beat. Rena reached out to Sámiel and Luna with the warmth inside her, unsure what it was she was doing.

[[ooc: she is holding the most power she can hold at her stage of development. It's not much. To a female channeler she glows. But she is also glowing with visible light. Her reaching to the others was just a tendril of spirit and fire. Make of it whatever you will. She doesn't know what she is doing, obviously, and the Ecstasy has only made things more...unpredictable.]]

[Sámiel]

Sámiel's awareness remained intertwined with Rena's as they danced, sharing an inexplicable connection that transcended the ordinary. As Rena's consciousness expanded and contracted, dancing through the fragmented moments of time, Sámiel felt the subtle shifts in her movement after Luna shared the drug's offering.

Beat. His eyes locked onto Rena's, and he sensed a surge of something extraordinary, an energy that pulsed around him like a river of light. It was a power beyond his understanding, a magic that danced in the spaces between their bodies.

Beat. The club, the dead music, and the other dancers seemed to blur into the background as Sámiel, Rena, and Luna continued to move together in the darkness that fell. 

Beat. Rena reached out to him and Luna with an energy that seemed to radiate from the very core of her being. Sámiel sensed the cold magic being used, but its source remained elusive, hidden in the depths of the night.

In that profound and mystical moment, the boundaries between them dissolved, and they became one with the music, the night, and each other. Sámiel's heart raced in near frenzy until he could no longer tell where his body ended and theirs began. Sámiel enveloped the two women against him like a specter of safety amidst the darkness.

Beat. Beat. Beat. The dance continued, an infinite chain of fleeting moments, until Sámiel finally spoke, his voice a whisper lost in conversation filling the hall and the pocket of night swarming around Rena's beautiful light.

"Rena,” he murmured her name as though it just came to him on a whisper, though he did not know if his words penetrated the veil between her and reality. "I can feel it too. It’s beautiful and profound. I want more. Give me more of your power.”

He tugged Rena by the hand, Luna's hands were clasped with them both, and Sámiel led the two somewhere alone where he could bask in the revelry that was the night’s passion.

[[ooc: Sorry Esper and Roza, we're going to go get busy.]]