The Dream

…*The Dream (when eternity ends)*…

The soft, rosy skin of her lips pressed against the cold and lifeless ivory of the mask she held in her hands. The kiss was forceful, causing her lips to form to the carefully chiseled and polished grooves of the pair she knew could never return it.

Though the mask responded in other ways. The force of her lips seemed to breathe life into the inanimate object. The ivory grew warm to the touch and a faint green glow began to form behind the carved holes where eyes would normally peer. She released the kiss, her hands moving to cradle the mask’s cheeks, thumbs caressing just beneath those eyes.

Shadows swarmed her body, enveloping her in a ball of darkness, where the only light was from the growing glow of those green eyes. Some of the shadow masses became tangible, their tendrils sliding along the skin of her exposed shoulders, caressing her cheeks and the feathers of her snowy wings. They brushed through the strands of her scarlet hair, wrapping themselves in the spiral curls. A few even snuck up the folds of her dress, lightly flitting along her legs.

This caused the angel to giggle, a blush tinting her pale cheeks. She instinctively curled her body, wings ruffling. Those glowing eyes flickered, and a deep, soothing chuckle filled her mind.

The mask was pulled gently from her grasp as the shadows began to form the face behind it. And from that face formed the body. Slowly the shadows gave way to reveal a tousled mass of cerulean hair surrounding the mask, and the crisscross of deep blue scars that lined the ebony body of the demon the mask belonged to.

The angel’s hands fell to that black, sculpted chest, her fingers feeling the tight muscles and bone the shadows made. The demon’s own hands fell atop hers and he laced his long, clawed fingers with her smooth and dainty ones.

“Lore…” she whispered, her lips hovering above his still pair.

“Candi?” he replied, his deep voice clear in her mind, edged with mischief.

“It never ceases to surprise me when you do that.” The angel spoke, a bit louder, closing her eyes. Though she smiled, and allowed her arms to circle his chest.

She felt his arms repeat the gesture, pulling her close against his body. She could hear the chuckle reverberate in his chest, even as his voice filled her consciousness once more. “I guess I’ll have to keep doing it then.” The shadow tendrils slithered along her body again, cradling her and caressing her like many extra hands. “You know I love it when you blush.”

Candi hummed, resting her head on his two toned shoulder.  “Feels like a dream…”

“The best kind.” Lore’s voice was almost singsong. And he brushed the lips of his mask against her cheek; a ghost of a kiss.

“…Could spend eternity like this…” she mused, her fingers tracing a scar on his back.

A shadow brushed her lips, like the soft touch of the tongue he should have. “And die like this when it ends…”