“Imagination.” Mircalla knew ultimately this was Laura’s dream and showing the power she had previously by freezing both herself and Carmilla meant that Laura had more control than she realised. Still, she let Mircalla edit her dreamscape if only for this moment. Something Mircalla was grateful for. “There are places we all go when we need to. This is one of mine.”
If Laura hadn’t have guessed already, just like Carmilla, Mircalla loved to dance. Not quite to the style or ability of Ell but the old fashioned dances that meant hidden intent behind the moves. She guided Laura effortlessly as the crowds continued to mirror like puppets pinned on strings. When she slipped her hand to the base of Laura’s back and arched her over there was a brief second when Mircalla wondered if Laura would trust her. Some moves required a trust you could only test in the heat of the moment. A true reflection based on instinct. But Mircalla left enough room for Laura to put her arms around her neck if she felt the need to.
Mircalla supported her weight as if she was lighter than air and as they leant over the heightened heart beat filled her ears. She felt her fangs slide down but refused to give in to them. Instead as Laura was brought nearly horizontal to the floor Mircalla leant down and smiled against her lips. Not enough not touch but enough to tempt. “You’re beautiful Laura.” She looked into the eyes of her masquerade mask for a brief moment and without warning glided her up to her feet to carry on the dance.
“I wanted to get you alone to show you me. Not the versions you seem to have split me in to with your thoughts.” And Mircalla wasn’t good at opening herself up to anyone but Ell. This was a slight crack in the wall Mircalla took a chance on with her. “If you like I can show you my favourite place but it comes with one condition?”
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Carmilla had been staring into the darkness for at least half an hour. Looking across the bed she saw Mircalla spooned behind Laura, her hand resting now across her waist. Both were fast asleep to the point Carm didn’t want to disturb so she slid out the bed with catlike grace she often did at home and headed for the door.
The house was bigger than Carm had initially thought. There were rooms that made the Sheridan’s or her mother’s house look small in comparison. Carm’s curiosity, just like Mircalla’s got the best of her and instead of heading for the kitchen where she originally planned she headed for the subtle noise coming from down one of the corridors. It was quite a way from the hidden room she had left Laura in to the point she had to look back to remember the way she came. Mircalla and Ell definitely had upgraded from the large apartment Laura and her lived in.
A small light came from a single door on the right hand side. There was movement but no heartbeat Carm could hear. She pushed open the door enough to pop her head round and saw Ell. Suddenly aware of how naked she was Carm closed the red and black silk robe she had stolen from Mircalla’s wardobe and tied it around her waist. “How long have you been home?” The question had a hidden one behind it. What Carm was really asking was why didn’t she come join them? She was still curious on this universes version of Laura and how one huge event made them so similar in some ways but different in the others.
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If Laura hadn’t have guessed already, just like Carmilla, Mircalla loved to dance. Not quite to the style or ability of Ell but the old fashioned dances that meant hidden intent behind the moves. She guided Laura effortlessly as the crowds continued to mirror like puppets pinned on strings. When she slipped her hand to the base of Laura’s back and arched her over there was a brief second when Mircalla wondered if Laura would trust her. Some moves required a trust you could only test in the heat of the moment. A true reflection based on instinct. But Mircalla left enough room for Laura to put her arms around her neck if she felt the need to.
Mircalla supported her weight as if she was lighter than air and as they leant over the heightened heart beat filled her ears. She felt her fangs slide down but refused to give in to them. Instead as Laura was brought nearly horizontal to the floor Mircalla leant down and smiled against her lips. Not enough not touch but enough to tempt. “You’re beautiful Laura.” She looked into the eyes of her masquerade mask for a brief moment and without warning glided her up to her feet to carry on the dance.
“I wanted to get you alone to show you me. Not the versions you seem to have split me in to with your thoughts.” And Mircalla wasn’t good at opening herself up to anyone but Ell. This was a slight crack in the wall Mircalla took a chance on with her. “If you like I can show you my favourite place but it comes with one condition?”
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Carmilla had been staring into the darkness for at least half an hour. Looking across the bed she saw Mircalla spooned behind Laura, her hand resting now across her waist. Both were fast asleep to the point Carm didn’t want to disturb so she slid out the bed with catlike grace she often did at home and headed for the door.
The house was bigger than Carm had initially thought. There were rooms that made the Sheridan’s or her mother’s house look small in comparison. Carm’s curiosity, just like Mircalla’s got the best of her and instead of heading for the kitchen where she originally planned she headed for the subtle noise coming from down one of the corridors. It was quite a way from the hidden room she had left Laura in to the point she had to look back to remember the way she came. Mircalla and Ell definitely had upgraded from the large apartment Laura and her lived in.
A small light came from a single door on the right hand side. There was movement but no heartbeat Carm could hear. She pushed open the door enough to pop her head round and saw Ell. Suddenly aware of how naked she was Carm closed the red and black silk robe she had stolen from Mircalla’s wardobe and tied it around her waist. “How long have you been home?” The question had a hidden one behind it. What Carm was really asking was why didn’t she come join them? She was still curious on this universes version of Laura and how one huge event made them so similar in some ways but different in the others.