[Darkness] It all started with a dream.
As with most things, and considering she spent the night in delicious abandon with a leggy redhead until they were utterly exhausted, the dream started out well. a rehash of the moaning cries, a squirm inducing memory of orgasm, a shiver birthing sensation of satiation…
Then, again – as with most things in the dream world, it went wrong. Whispers across the skin, breath along the back of the neck, hair raising touch along her lower back, and the eyes…. dark, dark eyes, so large and round and filled with pain and desire and desperation, fingers reaching, grasping, clutching, as tears stream down pale skin… then words…
over. and over. and over. again…
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Then? A scream. Blood. Pain. desperation.
But it’s only a dream… right? Until it happens again. And again. And again.
[Adara Mires] Her eyes snaps open and the scream escaping her lips is stopped with a loud snap of her jaw. She clenches it as she tries to calm her breathing through her noses, her belly infating and deflating quickly. A light layer of sweat is covering the tanned skin of her naked body.
She sits, knees bent, foreahead resting on them, hands in her damp hair, eyes closed. Nightmares. She thought she got rid of them but it doesn’t seem like it. She started them when she as 13, after her first change, when the sight of her mother going crazy while she shifted plagued her. Then some in Seattle, last year hwne hse had to rage back form being almsot eaten by a huge monster. Then earlier this year, after an attack by some kind of psychic blast.
And now..dark eyes…pale skin…something after Rory? Maybe her own fears that discovery will mean separation from her? Was it a premonition or just her subconscious?
She swallows, slowly opening her eyes, crossing her forearms on her knees and resting her chin on them, her eyes scanning to see if her beautiful lover was still beside her.
[Darkness] Rory sleeps the sleep of the dead. Her chest rises, but her breath is near silent. Her curls have spilled away from her face, baring her to anyone who wants to look on her, without her ducking away. She is curled on her side, knees pulled to her chest, her hands a slight pillow for her cheek… soft, sweet, vulnerable. Pale, lovely… and completely unaware of the nightmare of her lover.
And lingering in the back of Adara’s mind – the words… over and over and over and over again….
[Adara Mires] She rest her cheek on her forearms, emerald eyes on the lovely form of her lover. A soft smiles appears on her lips as she watches her. The nighmare is a jumble of images and sensations in the back of her mind. Trying to make sense of one is always hard. She closes her eyes again and tries to focus
The touch on her lower back, the dark eyes, the look in them..and the words, spoken in greek. What did it all mean? Her breathing had slowed down and she got up, picking her dress and putting it on without underwear. She moves to the half boarded window and looks out watching the moon.
Could it be Rory..speaking those words. Will the Fianna be in danger? Will it be because of her?
She closes her eyes again. The eyes haunts her. Will her lover be possessed by the Wyrm as John was. Will she have to fight her? She shakes her head, hair falling over her face. It can’t, she won’t let it. And Rory doesn’t speak greek right?
She hates being uncertain. She presses her spread hands on the wall, head lowered as she tries to focus her mind. It was surely just a dream…she wasn’t an oracle, she wasn’t a crescent moon either to have spirits whispering in her dreams…no it was just a dream. Let it be a dream.
Please?
She take off the dress again and goes back to lay down beside the beautiful redhead, eyes open. She doubts she’ll sleep again tonight.
[Darkness] She does not sleep – and thus, she should not dream. She curls up around Rory, protective and hopeful that it was all a dream, that it doesn’t need to make sense, because it was simply that and nothing more…
There’s always more.
She does not sleep, but she cannot get over the feeling of icy fingers touching her back, of breath along the back of her neck, of whispered terror in her ear… something is wrong – maybe something is coming, maybe something is coming for rory, for her, for them… or maybe… just maybe… it is just a lingering dream…
time passes, morning comes, and Rory sleeps on….
[Adara Mires] The sun is up, finally. She stretches as she gets up. Definatly a hotel room while they are “away” for Lollapalooza. She start dressing up, eyes small from the lack of sleep. She reaches to gently caress Rory’s body, sititng beside her with a sile, before she put on her shoes.
Maybe they should have some breakfast together, might help push the nightmare out of her mind..as if. She won’t forget it as she haven’t forgotten any of her previous ones. Well, like any dreams, they’re all blurry but the sensations afterwards, she can always recall them with perfect clarity.
She licks her lips slightly to moist them, looking at Rory to see if the Ahroun is stirred from her sleep. If she, she offers a small smile and a “Morning baby” said very softly.
[Darkness] Rory doesn’t wake easily. Maybe it’s because she feels safe here, and has slept more deeply than usual. Maybe it’s because she was exhausted (and delightfully so) before drifting off. or maybe… well, she does wake, eventually, as Adara leans over her and smiles…
She opens her eyes, and looks up at the Fury, [dark, dark eyes clouded with fear… helpmehelpmehelpme] before she stretches, slowly, and offers a shy little smile…
“Hi.”
[Adara Mires] She looks into the green eyes and her dreams come back. She closes her tired eyes for a second as if it would chase the image away but instead it just put them in focus. She swallows and opens them again, one hand reaching to touch her lover’s cheeks softly.
“You are the most beautiful sight one can have whne waking up, you know that?” She says with a a little grin “Been watching you for hours darling”
She leans down and kiss Rory’s lips very softly, tenderly almost tentatively as if ot make sure they were real. Then the kiss deepen with some kind of hungry desperation…please let it be a dream…or let me save her if it not. Gaia, give me the strenght.
Even if it’s “wrong”, you’ll know I’ll do my duties right..keep my lover safe..help me keep her safe.
[Darkness] She blushes, brightly, though there’s a question in her gaze, on her lips… “you slidn’t deep?” Worried, of course, though it is brushed aside in the press of lips against her own, and she sighs softly, delightedly into that kiss, even if hers is still a bit sleepy rather than desperate…
She reaches up to cup adara’s cheek, her thumb caressing soft skin, as she looks up at her.. “Ok?” Worry shines in her eyes…
[Adara Mires] She shakes her had slightly as Rory caress her cheek “I..had a nightmare.”She says, looking into those beautiful green eyes. “It happens sometimes. No regularly but I’m kinda prone to them. It’s nothing to worry about. I cuddles against you and watched you sleep. It was a good way to spend the rest of the night”
She kisses her lips softly once more, brieftly. “I’m fine baby. Even though I could watch you naked for days, you should get dressed so we can have breakfast. I’m hungry. Last night’s activities helped work up quite an appetite” She smiles warmly.
[Darkness] She looks concerned for a moment, then with the trust of a child, she nods and accepts it as truth. Adara wouldn’t lie to her, anyway. She says she’s ok, than she is.
She is, as ever, completely unashamed by her nakedness, still not connecting that to the sensations of delight and desire that Adara births in her. She is starting too – but her innocent lack of modesty is something she will never lose. It’s endearing, really.
She kisses Adara again, and then sits up and searches for her clothing, pulling it on easily, and stretching once she’s done… Her belly rumbles, and she grins, ever so shyly. Apparently it did work up her appetite too.
[Adara Mires] She gets up too and moves closer to Rory and kisses her for a long, long time, pressing her body slightly against her, wrapping her arms around her. Once they break it, she smiles “We’re going back into the public. I wanted to have one last good kiss before we have to sneak again”
She caresses her cheek, looking happy, despite the nightmare. Yes havign arelation with a metis was something you had to be careful about btu she didn’t care at all, it was worth it. Every seconds of it.
She pushes what blocked the door away and and then opened it. She took her lover’s hand while they walked toward the exit, then reluctantly let it go with a last caress of her thumb when they stepped outside. The sky was grey, the air was warm..it was another day of summer in Chicago.
She walks beside Rory and heads to a buffet serving breakfast so she could have bacon and ham as much as she wanted to. No sausages. She once told Roman she wasn’t into weiners..all types of them.
[Darkness] She melts into the kiss, returning it with just as much joy, putting her all into the simple physical affection. She blushes at the reason why, and leans into that little caress, looking up at her through her curls, before following her out of the building.
Though the hallways, there is that sense of foreboding again, clinging to the walls, clinging to her skin… the people that were there the night before having faded from the hallways, but not completely… eyes watch them, studying, scheming, reaching… and somewhere in those eyes, there is that familiar feeling from the nightmare…
terror in dark dark eyes.. pleading… begging… desperation bleeding from the very walls, clinging to her skin…
It mostly fades under the sunshine- but there’s the since that the darkness clings to her, somehow. settling at the small of her back, filling her spine with unease….
[Adara Mires] She tries to ignore the feeling but it clings to her…like some kind of stinky smell or goo that not matter what you do or try..it stays with you. Hereyes scans everywhere, for signs of danger…something, anything that could help with that feeling. If something happens, then the worry, the uncertainity will be gone right? Then there wil lbe only decisions and actions. No intagible presence…or lignering feeling.
Her hand reaches to the small of her back, where the sensation seem to have settled. She shivers lsightly but puts on a brave face for Rory. She knew Rory was strong, stronger than her, higher ranking, more proven…yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that her friend and lover was sometimes as defenseless as a child.
Maybe..just maybe what they were doing would end up corrupting her in some way. Wake some desires in her that she isn’t equiped to deal with..maybe it’s because of her that Rory might need help.
The thought dampens her appetite slightly but..no matter how worry one was, the body eeded it’s fuel, especially when you have a constitution like Garou does.
[Darkness] Adara worries – and the darkness seems to cling to that, cling to her, without letting go. Those they pass, on first glance, seem to have dark, dark eyes… skin seems paler under the bright sun, people seem wicked [when your unwanted, faces look ugly, when you’re alone] and the worry settles and intensifies and worries through her system…
but they need food. And Rory, who briefly worries about Adara’s mood, is just as happy to find something to eat, and continue sending time by herself – so often childlike, it is part of her charm. And part of adara’s greatest fear…
But it settles into something bareable, for now. At least through breakfast.
[Adara Mires] She knows the mind can play tricks on someone. She also knows Garou tends to see more than kin or humans. The question was…are peopel with dark eyes residues of her dream..or was she seeing something that others didn’t? The Doors were singing the background soundtrack of her mind.
Breakfast goes well enough and one they’re done, she leans in her chair, watching Rory “I’d like to see you again later today..maybe spend the evening together, patrolling or something”
She couldn’t be around her all the time, it would raise suspiscions, but she couldn’t be awa from her for long..not after the nightmare.
“Oh and baby, do you speak greek?”
[Darkness] She wants to see her later, and Rory blushes clean to her toes as she nods slightly, ever hopeful that her presence pleases the Fury, and forever surprised when it does. She chases the last bite of pancakes around her plate, gathering the last of the syrup, and munching on it contentedly, before she settles back and pats her full belly.
Then she asks the question, and Rory blinks. and then shakes her head, hiding a little laugh behind her hand… “I spardly heak english!”
[Adara Mires] She chuckles at her reply “All right, I thought so. I had to ask..I dreamt of you whispering things to me in greek” She gives her a crooked grin, nto lying but not entirely being honest. She didn’t want to worry Rory with something that mgiht just prove to be a really resilient nightmare.
She took the earlier blusing as a yes she wanted to see her later “So about 8? I’ll come by the Church and we’ll patrol and then find some privacy..if if youpatrol later, then privacy, patrol to follow” She smiles brightly, reaching to touch Rory’s skin for a brief moment, a gentle, loving touch.
“How’s that sounds?”
[Adara Mires] (percept + alert)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Darkness] Rory leans into the touch, smiling shyly, and nods. “Ok.” She’s up for anything adara wants to do, of course. that much is obvious. She reaches to take her hand, squeezing it lightly, before letting go and behaving again. They are in public, after all..
“Gounds sood.”
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It’s the eyes. Not Rorys – no. Her’s are brilliant, vividly, bright green as always, filled with simple joy in the moment, in spending it with someone who makes her feel good. No, Rory’s eyes are fine – beautiful, even.
It’s the others. The waitress, first, a glimpse of dark, dark eyes. Then the man at the table to the left. Then the woman on the right. Then the busboy. One after another after another, touching every person, until they all look at Adara – eyes dark, dark, and wide, skin paling even as she looks at them and they murmur, whisper, beg and plead… over and over again, a Greek hiss that swells, ebbs and flows, like the ever present Chicago wind, weaving through her thought and mind….
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Rory seems completely oblivious of it all…
[Adara Mires] She pales, visibly as everyone looks at her with those dark eyes. If she wasn’t so tanned, she’d look like them, except with green eyes. So in her dream, it took the shape of Rory, and now..it’s everyone..something..someone needs her help..but Who? Where? How?
It’s not real, yet it is. She wasn’t dreaming..but hallucinating now, or it seemed so. “Ãéáôß åãþ? Ôï cWho åßíáé åóåßò?”She whispers softly at the voices…at nothing really since it was happening in her mind. Rory seems oblivious to everything, bless her.
The question was really..what was happening to her?
[Darkness] Why me, she asks. Who are you…
one by one by one the faces turn away, and return to whatever they’re doing, as if nothing had happened at all… As they turn away, the conversation – such as it is – continues…
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&+904;&+961;&+967;&+949;&+964;&+945;&+953;! Shhhhhh.
They all are normal now, except for one precious precocious little girl, with curly hair and a bright smile, stained red with her juice, sticky with syrup…
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And then all returns to normal, though Rory looks worried… “Adara?”
[Darkness] [Translation:
We are many. We are few. We are we. We are you.
You hear us.
Help us.
He has us…
He’s coming! Shhhhhh.
And then:
House of Gless]
to Adara Mires
[Adara Mires] She watches them, curious, worried, slightly afraid. Who wouldn’t be a little. The unknown always had this effect on people. The trick was what you’re going to do. Fear it and back away or try to understand it. She was a Galliard, seeker of knowledge. The unknown was what she thrive for, so she could understand it and then tell Garou about it.
The visions stop as the little girl provide an answer. House of Gless.
Now she hd something to work with. Her computer like brain searches for references she might have heard, even in passing to this house of Gless. If hse finds nothing, then searching the net it’ll be. Or asking Elders. She wasn’t always surfing the net but she knew enough about it that she mgiht find something..maybe ask the Glass Walkers and their intra net. Certainly someone has heard of it somewhere.
She blinks, looking at the little girl, offering her a smile before looknig at Rory. “Hey, I..zoned out, sorry. Are we on for tonight?”
[Darkness] She still looks worried, Rory does, but when adara says it’s nothing, she believes her. “Yes.”
Simple answer to such an important question, that means so much more than that, too. She nods, and then rubs the side of her nose absently. “I gould show.” She needs to check in at the pack house, and get into the shower, then out on the first of her patrols today – as well as check in with her few clients, and see what money she can scare up to try and help pay for their Lalapalooza fun..
[Adara Mires] She nods to her lover and gets up “I should too. And hmmm try not to cross path with your future packmates baby…you smell of me so much, I could track you using my scent” She grins, not that she’d complain. She was happy that Rory wanted to be with her and liked everything about her.
A soft kiss on the cheek and they exit, parting ways eventually with the promise of seeing each other soon.
She takes a cab to the Brotherhood. First a shower then searching on the net, sending a message to Neud asking if she could use the GWNet to help her. She was pretty sure her ex lover would say yet. She misses her, even if she was happy now, with Rory.
[Darkness] She blushes brightly, and nods, before she leans into that little kiss, and admits.. “you gell smood..” – the’ll hate to shower it all off again. But there’s always the possibility that as soon as tonight, she will be covered in her scent once again…
She watches adara start off, and then disappears into the streets herself, making her way back to the packhouse, and the shower that waits for her there.
[Adara Mires] (intel + invest)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Darkness] Adara searches for House of Gless – and google, gaia bless it, keeps asking if she means “house of Glass” and giving her that information instead. PAges and pages of house of glass – but it’s simply not what she heard. She heard Gless – so she keeps looking.
And looking.
And looking.
Hey, Sharon Gless was in Full House! Wait – not what she was looking for…
New Jersey, California – can’t be what she’s looking for. Maybe she will have to wait for the Glass Walker – of course, if she plugs in Chicago house of gless… Google insists she means glass, again. Frustrating. Switch it back, and she gets something, maybe. Only it’s Glessner House. Or Sharon Gless.
[Darkness] Neud’s investigation: random 6 dice
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
to Darkness
[Adara Mires] She leans back in her chair in frustration. Fuck Sharon Gless and her stupid tv show. She let out a slow breath, tries one last time for House of Gless, greeece and she types it in greek, not in english.
If it doesn’t lead to anything, then it’s not something out in the mortal world. She picks up her phone, asking her old Gallaird mentor in Arizona, Voice-LIke-the Wind as well as her Fury mentor there, Carla. if both can’t help her, maybe her old friends in the Sept of Bygone Visions can. The oldest Fury Sept must certainly know somrthing if it’s lrelated to Greece or her Clan.
If nothing works, maybe the Spet Elders in the vcity knows about it. It might be Chicago related after all.
If everything fails, then hopefully Neued had better luck.
[Darkness] Nued finds herself buried in Sharon Gless links that show FAR MORE of the actress than anyone ever wants to see… poor Glasswalker.
Nothing in Greece. Greek doesn’t help. Perhaps that was just because it was Adara herself, that they spoke it?
In asking the elders – she again comes up with nothing for House of Gless – though Height of Mountains (who one day dreams of becoming Might of mountains, should he ever grow into his feet..) brings up the Glessner House again. It’s in Chicago, at least.
[Adara Mires] She thanked everyone she contacted for their help. It seem that for now, no one can help her much. She search for Glessner House on the net and finds the adress of the musem. Since onthing she tried worked so far, she decides to check it out. It’s said to be haunted. Maybe there was something to it. And after all spirits can be misleading without meaning it. Mental messages could be too. Or whatever it was.
She put on a pair of jeans, tank top, sandals and sunglasses, tucking her gun in the small of her back then checking if it showed when the tank top was over it. It didn’t. She’ll have to scout the place to see if they had metal detectors at the entrace, if so, she can always stash her gun and retreive it later.
She could kill a lot of things with her bare hands. Sometimes a gun was just easier.
She made her way to Glessner House, taking the time to walk all around it. Heightening her senses to be dure she caught every nuance with her eyes, sounds and scents outside then even more inside.
She mgiht need to come back through the umbra once it’s closed, but getting a lay of the place during day time, was always a good plan.
[Adara Mires]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Darkness] There are tours during the day – and people coming in and out, and generally too much mayhem to really see anything unusual. It’s a forboding building, but clearly had been someone’s home, and is well cared for now. They promise that sometimes you can see a ghost – but well, apparently that ghost is hiding today.
Maybe it only comes at night. Maybe it’s the wrong place completely.
But it is beautiful, for sure.
Just before she gives up, though, adara sees something. The far right basement window is darker than the others, and for just a second, she thinks perhaps there’s a pale glimpse of a face – a face with dark eyes – but it’s so quick, it might have been ehr imagination… if not for that unsettling feeling that she’s being watched… again.
[Adara Mires] She freezes wen she sees the eyes. A cold sweat runs odwn her spine. Ok..this might be the place or she’s trying to convince herself too much that she knows what’s she’s doing. Either way, it bears investigation. And she feels liek she’s being watched, again. She definatly didn’t like the feeling.
It was day, there were people around so sneaking around was a bad idea. And she was alone, facing an unknown enemy. Goping right away was plain dumb. She bits her lower lip, watching hte basement window. What if time was running out?
Simon once warned her about jumping blindly into situations. This feltl ike one of those moments. She’s supposed to hook up with Rory later. Having a Fostern Ahroun watching her back sounded like a much better idea. She stays near the house until night fall. Until it’s time to seek out Rory. Then they can come back here.
Once it’s time,she finds herself inside the Church, looking for her lover.