[Week 5, Day 6] [Dream] Late morning nap
He woke up, raising a hand automatically before he even opened his eyes. Fingers connected with flesh, a face, and shoved, hard.
“It’s a bit early in the morning for this, brother.” He sighed, rolling away to the other side of the bed, trailing sheets as his feet hit the plush rug covering a stone floor. The man whose kiss he’d blocked sat on the edge of the bed, the whole mattress between them now as Tyki reached for a shirt laid across a chair, stifling a yawn.
The room was stone and wood, part of a mansion. There were large, expensive windows adorning one of the walls, one of which was open, overlooking a rose garden.
“Ah I can’t help it, you just look so sexy when you sleep. I felt the urge to give you a wake up kiss.” The other man purred, practically sparkling as Tyki pulled on his clothes, a shiver of disgust running down his spine.
“Don’t be gross, Cyril.”
Ignoring him, the other man, Cyril, looked dreamily out the window. “You overslept again. You’ve missed breakfast. Road wants us all to go for a picnic later. But I’m afraid Tricia’s been feeling terribly ill again, so she’ll be staying home. But you’ll join us, won’t you?”
Tyki sighed, walking to the basin of water and checking the mirror. In his reflection there was a monster at his shoulder, a white blob of a man, with no features but a hideous, sharp-toothed grin. Tyki ignored the apparition and began to shave away the night’s scruff.
“My my, do I have a choice? Road will insist whatever I say.”
Cyril laughed. “Don’t be that way brother. You know she and I both adore you.” The man’s face flushed and he clasped his hands before him in rapture. “Ah~ A picnic with my adorable Road and handsome brother, it’s too hot! Much too hot! The image is so arousing~”
Tyki grimaced at the mirror and set down the straight edge, scrubbing his face and tying his hair back. For some reason they weren’t in the stone room anymore, but standing on a terrace overlooking the ocean, it was a brilliant shade of blue that seemed to melt into the sky. Cyril was sitting on the railing, and there was a seagull with a turban sitting on his shoulder.
“If you’re going on a picnic, you should try the shark.” The seagull suggested, in Wisely’s voice.
“How are we going to fit a shark in a picnic basket?” Tyki asked, leaning his elbows on the railing.
“Dear me is it even shark season? I think crocodile would be better. In case the Duke decides to drop by. You know it’s his favorite.” Cyril chimed in.
“I’m not wrestling a crocodile for your picnic.” Tyki said firmly, getting out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling the acrid smoke, a contrast to the clean, sharp scent of the ocean.
“Well we must have something for a picnic.” Cyril insisted.
“What’s wrong with regular fish?” Tyki turned around to look at his brother, and there was, in Cyril’s place, a full length mirror, the frame done in a butterfly motif. The white monster stood in the mirror, holding a dead koi, and Tyki reached his hand out, sinking his fingers into the glass like reaching into water, and took the fish. “Thank you.” He tipped his hat to the creature in the mirror as he drew his hand back.
“I still think you should try the shark.” The seagull commented, on his shoulder, as Tyki inspected the fish.
“I’m not wrestling a shark, either.” Tyki drew out a knife, cutting a long slit in the fish’s belly.
A thousand black butterflies poured from the cut, blackening the sky and blocking out the sun and the sound of the ocean.
“I told you.” The seagull’s voice sounded smug, as everything faded out of focus in the darkness. Tyki looked up at the sky, so full of butterflies it looked like midnight when it had just been high noon. The only thing to like the sky was the mirror monster’s white, Cheshire grin, tilted like a crescent moon.
Pain lanced hotly through him, the feeling of being torn in two-
[Tyki woke, sweating, his scars aching. He placed a hand over his scars, sitting up and blinking away the remnants of the dream. Not yet aware of the Hitomi’s active signal.]
“It’s a bit early in the morning for this, brother.” He sighed, rolling away to the other side of the bed, trailing sheets as his feet hit the plush rug covering a stone floor. The man whose kiss he’d blocked sat on the edge of the bed, the whole mattress between them now as Tyki reached for a shirt laid across a chair, stifling a yawn.
The room was stone and wood, part of a mansion. There were large, expensive windows adorning one of the walls, one of which was open, overlooking a rose garden.
“Ah I can’t help it, you just look so sexy when you sleep. I felt the urge to give you a wake up kiss.” The other man purred, practically sparkling as Tyki pulled on his clothes, a shiver of disgust running down his spine.
“Don’t be gross, Cyril.”
Ignoring him, the other man, Cyril, looked dreamily out the window. “You overslept again. You’ve missed breakfast. Road wants us all to go for a picnic later. But I’m afraid Tricia’s been feeling terribly ill again, so she’ll be staying home. But you’ll join us, won’t you?”
Tyki sighed, walking to the basin of water and checking the mirror. In his reflection there was a monster at his shoulder, a white blob of a man, with no features but a hideous, sharp-toothed grin. Tyki ignored the apparition and began to shave away the night’s scruff.
“My my, do I have a choice? Road will insist whatever I say.”
Cyril laughed. “Don’t be that way brother. You know she and I both adore you.” The man’s face flushed and he clasped his hands before him in rapture. “Ah~ A picnic with my adorable Road and handsome brother, it’s too hot! Much too hot! The image is so arousing~”
Tyki grimaced at the mirror and set down the straight edge, scrubbing his face and tying his hair back. For some reason they weren’t in the stone room anymore, but standing on a terrace overlooking the ocean, it was a brilliant shade of blue that seemed to melt into the sky. Cyril was sitting on the railing, and there was a seagull with a turban sitting on his shoulder.
“If you’re going on a picnic, you should try the shark.” The seagull suggested, in Wisely’s voice.
“How are we going to fit a shark in a picnic basket?” Tyki asked, leaning his elbows on the railing.
“Dear me is it even shark season? I think crocodile would be better. In case the Duke decides to drop by. You know it’s his favorite.” Cyril chimed in.
“I’m not wrestling a crocodile for your picnic.” Tyki said firmly, getting out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling the acrid smoke, a contrast to the clean, sharp scent of the ocean.
“Well we must have something for a picnic.” Cyril insisted.
“What’s wrong with regular fish?” Tyki turned around to look at his brother, and there was, in Cyril’s place, a full length mirror, the frame done in a butterfly motif. The white monster stood in the mirror, holding a dead koi, and Tyki reached his hand out, sinking his fingers into the glass like reaching into water, and took the fish. “Thank you.” He tipped his hat to the creature in the mirror as he drew his hand back.
“I still think you should try the shark.” The seagull commented, on his shoulder, as Tyki inspected the fish.
“I’m not wrestling a shark, either.” Tyki drew out a knife, cutting a long slit in the fish’s belly.
A thousand black butterflies poured from the cut, blackening the sky and blocking out the sun and the sound of the ocean.
“I told you.” The seagull’s voice sounded smug, as everything faded out of focus in the darkness. Tyki looked up at the sky, so full of butterflies it looked like midnight when it had just been high noon. The only thing to like the sky was the mirror monster’s white, Cheshire grin, tilted like a crescent moon.
Pain lanced hotly through him, the feeling of being torn in two-
[Tyki woke, sweating, his scars aching. He placed a hand over his scars, sitting up and blinking away the remnants of the dream. Not yet aware of the Hitomi’s active signal.]