When Laura stepped out Mircalla’s expression changed. Not because the two of them were in the room but because Ell had tormented her with freeze situation from earlier. Clearly she had seen the video and if Mircalla could blush she would have done. Instead she gave a playful ‘don’t push it’ smirk to her love and let some of anger from earlier wash away. It now made sense why she could edit the dream. Ell and Laura combined would block any control she had. Frustrating but at least she knew she hadn’t lost her touch.
“Reminds me of when we first met.” Mircalla placed her hand over Ell’s chest knowing full the sound was fake. There wasn’t a beat under the palm of her hand which was exactly how Mircalla liked it. Ell was a full vampire, her vampire. “Although I miss making it race just to tease you, I prefer you as you are now.”
If Laura had caught it, there was a moment when Mircalla was completely different around Ell. She was unguarded and exposed. A moment that so brief as Mircalla had to remind herself Laura was in the room. She briefly had a second to talk to Ell when she vanished so fast. The last thing she must have saw was Mircalla rolling her eyes at the thought of Ell with Carmilla. In her eyes Ell was far more than her double could handle.
“Finally.” She said, eyebrow raised at the sight of Laura naked like a parting gift from her love. A sight both Carm and Mircalla could agree, would never become boring. “Now I have you all to myself.” The smile couldn’t be wiped from her face as she felt the rush of finally being able to edit Laura’s dreams.
She walked over to Laura eyes hungry like she was about to toy with her. Only when the gap was closed between them Mircalla slipped a hand to Laura’s waist and the other pulled her into a dance. Not a usual move for her to make but as she took the lead and turned Laura around the room shifted and changed into a grand hall. Nameless people filled the room all around them dancing in perfect synchronisation. Laura now wearing a black ball gown with a corset that fitted in all the right places, this was Mircalla’s mind after all.
Of course it was a masquerade ball, the faces of people around them were all hidden with intricate and elaborate masks. Mircalla and Laura included. The only couple dressed in black and gold. Trapeze artists flipped and twirled above their heads as if they were flying. Fire breathers and illusionists stood on podiums as entertainment. It was beautiful. The kind of room that could only come from imagination as the details were clear and strong.
Mircalla let go of Laura’s waist just to twirl her back into her arms. “Now this is more like it.” She laughed. Her black lips and eyes were the only things visible from under the mask, exactly the same as Laura whose make up was matching in dark tones. “This is a memory I don’t want you to forget.”
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Date: 2018-02-03 11:20 pm (UTC)From:“Reminds me of when we first met.” Mircalla placed her hand over Ell’s chest knowing full the sound was fake. There wasn’t a beat under the palm of her hand which was exactly how Mircalla liked it. Ell was a full vampire, her vampire. “Although I miss making it race just to tease you, I prefer you as you are now.”
If Laura had caught it, there was a moment when Mircalla was completely different around Ell. She was unguarded and exposed. A moment that so brief as Mircalla had to remind herself Laura was in the room. She briefly had a second to talk to Ell when she vanished so fast. The last thing she must have saw was Mircalla rolling her eyes at the thought of Ell with Carmilla. In her eyes Ell was far more than her double could handle.
“Finally.” She said, eyebrow raised at the sight of Laura naked like a parting gift from her love. A sight both Carm and Mircalla could agree, would never become boring. “Now I have you all to myself.” The smile couldn’t be wiped from her face as she felt the rush of finally being able to edit Laura’s dreams.
She walked over to Laura eyes hungry like she was about to toy with her. Only when the gap was closed between them Mircalla slipped a hand to Laura’s waist and the other pulled her into a dance. Not a usual move for her to make but as she took the lead and turned Laura around the room shifted and changed into a grand hall. Nameless people filled the room all around them dancing in perfect synchronisation. Laura now wearing a black ball gown with a corset that fitted in all the right places, this was Mircalla’s mind after all.
Of course it was a masquerade ball, the faces of people around them were all hidden with intricate and elaborate masks. Mircalla and Laura included. The only couple dressed in black and gold. Trapeze artists flipped and twirled above their heads as if they were flying. Fire breathers and illusionists stood on podiums as entertainment. It was beautiful. The kind of room that could only come from imagination as the details were clear and strong.
Mircalla let go of Laura’s waist just to twirl her back into her arms. “Now this is more like it.” She laughed. Her black lips and eyes were the only things visible from under the mask, exactly the same as Laura whose make up was matching in dark tones. “This is a memory I don’t want you to forget.”