A Night Out

[Ayvajin]

“Being out and about dead would not be such a bad thing on a night like this,” Ayvajin responded, giving a polite little smile. “The dead do not have it as bad as everyone thinks.”

The house was slowly coming up as they walked on. It was a three story house, seeming to be made out of stronger material than most houses in Bellevin. There were candles lit in the windows. There was a lantern hanging from the porch.

“This would be the place,” the necromancer said as she stepped toward the house. She turned and looked at Lucien. “Thank you for walking me here.”

[Lucien]

"It was my pleasure and thank you for letting me accompany you here," he said with a slight bow as he took the back of her hand and kissed it in a good faith gesture. "It would be a shame if something were to happen to you, no matter how powerful you may be," he said with a sincere smile.

Little did the necromancer know she had just given him the ideals of where to find her once she fell asleep. Walking her had also been an excuse to test her levels and find how resistant she would be to him and for him to attach to her energy signature, things that he found quite interesting.

His thoughts ran rampant behind a carefully constructed mask of patience and good will.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin looked over Lucien with wary eyes. “Good night,” she said before drifting up the stairs of the porch and entering the house. She did not trust the man, and she had finally decided this as she closed the door behind her. Ayvajin knew he was no simple man. She knew he was not human at that, but she was trying to figure out exactly what type of creature Lucien was.

The necromancer shook her thoughts away momentarily to drift up the stairs to the second floor where her room was. She opened her door and entered.

Ayvajin always took a long time before settling down for the night. Like most necromancer, she tended not to sleep that much. She tried to make a habit, though, of falling asleep at night at least for a couple of hours.

The night had gotten rather late before she had finally decided to lay down to rest.

[Lucien]

Lucien crouched outside the window to the necromancer's room, watching her with idle interest. Whispering softly into his palm, he sent a gentle breath across, a sort of sleep spell if you will, spiraling down into the necromancer's room. Once he was certain she was in the pull of it, on his opposite palm he whispered for a dream and sent it with a gentle breath.

These were two of his tricks, seeing as there were very few that could withstand him when he wanted them to sleep. Here he was only for a passing interest, to see what sort of dreams the necromancer may come up with. His form slowly dissolved until it was upon the dream plane and he sorted his way into the dream of the necromancer, watching and waiting at the moment to gather what it was she may twist the dream into first.

He was the one controlling the strings, but it was always amusing to let them try and shape their own dream.

[Ayvajin]

When the necromancer did dream, there were only a handful of places she seemed to drift into. There was the land of the dead which is where she would go to in spirit during sleep. There were the frozen lands, the forest, and the desert. Her dreams were rather limited, but they tended to be quite pleasant to wake up from.

Ayvajin found herself in the forest this night, sitting beside a waterfall. She was wearing a white dress with her long black hair let down. She sat rather relaxed against the flowing water, her fingers touching the water rather lightly. There was no sound from the raging waterfall or from the forest around. All that could be heard was the necromancer’s light humming.

[Lucien]

The King of the Incubi grinned, hands working the strands that controlled the dreams. Soon her dream would take place upon a path that he preferred but one that was not unpleasant. It would seem as if it were a normal dream to anyone who was unused to dealing with these sexual creatures, perhaps only a slight fantasy of their minds toying with the people they may have met.

He sent various people spiraling about, much of them from the bar and included himself in it, as if they were all unaware of the necromancer and having a bonfire a few yards away, celebrating and merrymaking on the wonderful night.

There were drinks all around and Lucien decided to tweak the necromancer's state a tiny bit, to make it seem as if she had indulged herself in a small glass of wine, since it was a nice night out. He knew that she did not drink often, but decided that if she felt she'd had a small bit, it would not hurt things. After all, he was not the one who had offered it, one of the young children present had. The Incubi knew how to work the strands of what unraveled people, the dreams he spun a secret trespass into their hearts and minds.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin felt rather lost and confused, even in her dreams. Even in her unconscious state she could tell when her dream was unusual. There were never really people in her dreams, and if there was it was usually just Rion.

The necromancer stood up, her eyes glancing around as she did. She leaned up against a boulder that was close to her, feeling a bit not like herself. She could suddenly taste the wine upon her breath. She felt lost once more, running a hand through her hair.

“Hello?” she called to the people around her. “What is going on? Why this bonfire out here?”

[Lucien]

It was then that her friend came up to her to comfort her, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Avyajin, we're here celebrating the night and because we've had a good run. Did you have a bit of the wine? That's a new batch that is good, but won't having you remembering much, so come, sit down where we can see you. We wouldn't want you getting hurt," he said as he placed a gentle hand on her arm, leading her over to the fire.

The people were standing around talking, dancing, and singing. Lucien was careful to keep his back to her, instead talking and being friendly with several of the others around here, not yet acknowledging the necromancer's new presence to the group. Taking a sip of the apparent drink in his hand, he drifted from that group to turn around, finally taking note of the necromancer.

Letting a surprised look play across his features, he came over to her opposite side, concerned with her appearance. "Are you alright Mistress Ayvajin?"

[Ayvajin]

The necromancer pulled away from the two, knowing that this was not of her creation. She just knew it. Her eyes drifted around as she became more aware.

“This is not right,” she said, taking another step back and looking around her dream. “This is not mine. These are not my thoughts, my visions.”

Her eyes looked back to Rion. That illusion was what had given this away. He was not fabricated like this. He did not act like this even in her dream states. Her eyes moved over to Lucien, and a slow realization was coming to her.

[Lucien]

Lucien's face seemed to go immobile, frozen like the rest of the dream. He was only acting, amused with her as well and knowing he could force her to accept the dream as well but choosing not to since she had captured his interest and was a different flavor than others he had come across in his long life.

The dream seemed to melt away and the people seemed to line up, giving the necromancer blank stares. They lined up shortest to tallest, Lucien in the back being at almost six feet in height. There they stood, watching and waiting for the necromancer to pull herself together, almost as if asking her 'Why can you not just enjoy the dream?'

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin took another step back, her eyes glaring at the figures that stood before her as she tried to figure them out. She knew this was an illusion within her dream. She knew that her subconscious was not creating these images. These were someone else’s.

“I know this is not mine,” she said softly as her eyes drifted over all of them that stood in front of her. Her eyes fell upon Lucien and a spark of rage fluttered across them.

“You!” she said, pointing at him in an accusing matter. “You are doing this to me. I should have known. Do not play stupid. Wipe that look off of your face, Lucien if that is your real name.”

[Lucien]

The minute she pointed, all figures evaporated, the scene reverting to where she was alone, the Incubi watching amused from the dream world. She was an interesting one, with her emotions and accusations of lying when all he did was pull from her own memories and fabricate them together. The images were not of his own, they were of her and her wishes, desires, and secrets.

He watched her for a moment before returning his form with wings to give a hint of what he was, standing in the shadows of the forest. Let her seek me out if she feels that slighted, he mused.

[Ayvajin]

The necromancer looked around, eyes slightly narrowed. She did not like being toyed with in the least bit. Being toyed with in her dreams was somewhat like a smack in the face. Ayvajin knew she had no control over this, so she just took this in step.

“Lucien, come out,” she said. “Is there truly a reason to hide yourself anymore? Especially in my dreams? I know what you are. I know these tricks.”

Ayvajin started to walk through the forest, looking around a bit cautiously. She did not know what to expect from him. She did not want to run into anymore tricks.

[Lucien]

Lucien let himself be seen, leaning against a tree just off to her right as he pretended to examine his fingernails, bored. "Then pray tell, necromancer, what am I?" he asked with amusement lacing his tone.

He watched her with dark eyes, glinting with unknown humor that came with older beings, the humor that clearly stated this scene has been played out once before and ended in a way that was beneficial to him. Even his supposed 'wife' was not immune to his charms when he decided to seriously pursue someone or something, for that matter.

It was no different with the necromancer, he was merely biding his time with her, seeing how she would act out upon her feelings and actions.

[Ayvajin]

“You are an incubus,” Ayvajin said as she stopped and turned to look at Lucien. She folded her arms across her chest, examining the man that stood before her. She was already starting to calculate how truly strong he was even in this dream state. He was ancient, she knew now, and very powerful.

“Why are you toying with my dreams? What caused me to be of an interest to you? You could have easily slipped into those weaker minds at the bar. Why come after someone who has experience with such creatures as yourself?”

The necromancer could not help but be curious and a bit disgusted at the same time. Her mind had been violated, yet she kept her calm when addressing the incubus. Even though, she was rather close to just snapping at Lucien.

[Lucien]

"Oh come now, don't be so uptight," he said, his stance completely relaxed as he waved a hand. "You interest me and provided something of entertainment. If I needed to feed I would have invaded the weaker willed, Ayvajin," he said as he tilted his head to the side to observe her.

She still didn't quite know who or what he was but that was fine, he supposed. The Incubi did not have a standard way of saying who was king and who was not, unlike the Succubi. "Just relax and enjoy the dream sequence. Your normal dreams are really rather boring since you don't allow what your heart wants in your mind," he scolded her lightly.

[Ayvajin]

The necromancer leaned up against the tree that stood behind her, observing Lucien a bit more with a raised eyebrow. People really did not know the content of her dreams (except for the incubus now) let alone the content of her mind and her desires.

“There is a reason for that,” she said. “No one needs to know what my heart wants or what I want. That is something that is secluded deep down inside of me. But what would you know about what I wish for and what I desire? You just met me a few hours ago. You have no idea who I am and what I want. My dreams are to relax my mind not to flood it with useless cravings.”

[Lucien]

Lucien let out a dark chuckle, the kind that a man does when a woman says something funny but all he thinks about is her in his bed. "Well then, my dear necromancer, you are rather disillusioned. I am merely curious and seeing as I do not hold the same needs as my underlings, I can indulge myself in my curiosity a bit more."

He stretched his wings out slightly before willing them away again to appear more human. Not that it mattered, she knew what he was. "Now, dreams are a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep."

[Ayvajin]

“Not my dreams,” she said. “My dreams are to relax me, not to exploit my wants and desires. I can do without sleep and dreams all together if I wanted to. It would probably better if I did. That way I will not have you creeping into my dreams anymore.”

Ayvajin’s arms crossed tightly over her midsection. “Why do you continue to pester me? Have you nothing better to do with your time? No one better to pest with? No one to sleep with? Or are you just desperate for attention that you have to invade my dreams? Or are you that lonely that you need to seek my companionship?”

The necromancer raised an eyebrow as she watched the incubus. “Now, which is it?”

[Lucien]

"So disillusioned," he said calmly. "And it is none of your queries, necromancer. It is merely that you are an interesting individual and caught my interest. I am not lonely, incubi by definition are never meant to be tied down to one person. Nor am I lacking people to sleep with, as you so aptly pointed out in the bar. It is you interest me and are different from others of your kind," he said as he waved a hand, willing the landscape around them to disappear.

They were left in a black void, the emptiness of sleep without dreams. Striding around her, he circled her, amused eyes taking in her form. "You are so quick to judge us, when all we do is play the part that has been assigned to us. What if I were to accuse you of disrupting my people's paths with your exorcisms? The girl was not under the power of some demon, she was infatuated with an incubi. A lower one, but still, an incubi nonetheless. We play our part and you play yours."