Hi everyone! Here is Day 5's writing prompt:
OSIRIS/ORPHEUS
My gentleman of midnight stars and
crescent moons. Galaxies swam in his eyes underneath the slits in
his ivory moon mask. I could see new worlds within them. Speckled
starbursts of violet, sapphire, and gold swirled like liquid gems in
his irises. From a distance, his eyes were opalescent when they
gazed on me as I called his name.
I seemed to float when I ran, as one
does when they dream, clothed in a rosewood cotton dress. Despite
the thin boning down the bodice and the laces tied tightly against my
back, I could breathe as cleanly as though I wore nothing at all.
The long skirt didn't tangle around my legs, it floated no higher
than my shins as a I rushed to him, his arms outstretched, then
folding around me as he pulled me into him. His long spider-like
fingers tangled themselves into the web of my brown bed-head messy
hair, chuckling as he stroked it and mussed it up.
He smelled like nightfall; like two
glasses of cabernet, musky cologne, dewy pine trees, and untamed
secrets whispered in your ear.
He was covered from head to toe in
darkness. His suit glowed from navy to black like a raven's wings,
and his leather gloves made his touch seem like soft moonlight on my
body. And his skin...I wasn't sure you could call it skin. He was
obsidian silk under my clean fingers. He would seem to have no
features if it weren't for his mouth holding all which could pleasure
ears with a sweet tenor voice, and pleasure skin with tender lips.
He had everything else that would make up a handsome face. If only
you could see it against the galactic backdrop of my dream.
He was there in every single one. The
darkness comforting and the swirls of color surrounding us as he
caressed my hand in his and took me skipping across planets and moons
and stars.
He, himself, was a dream. Gentle and
soft, adventurous and brave and charming, with the humor of a
trickster in the night. He was...perfect. So perfect, in only a
dream could he exist; blinking in stardust, waltzing on auroras,
kissing me in the shadows.
Could dreams be waking life and waking
life be dreams as long as it meant he was real?
It felt like my skin was melting. My
cotton dress singed and fell away at the sleeves. It blistered my
arms and shoulders. I couldn't breathe. Smoke and ash stormed into
my mouth and filled my lungs; the boning of my bodice dug into
stomach and chest, and the lacing was so tight it crushed my rib
cage. My body revolted, forcing me to hack until my throat was
raw. I couldn't feel the bottom of my feet against the burning
molten rock.
Fire...fire and darkness. Not like the
darkness that surrounds me in my dreams. No, this darkness was
thick, and so black I didn't dare believe there was anything beyond
it. It weighed heavily in the air like a suffocating blanket. The
only light was the burning flames, scorching the air and the sky all
around her.
It was fire and blackness sometimes.
Sometimes it was a dense forest in the dead, haunted hours of the
night. It was a countless many things that fed on the silence and
shadows. It fed on my fears.
And he'd be there.
The ground felt like lava under my
feet, the scalding heat shooting through my toes and heels.
Run.
Running was the only thing I could do.
At least I didn't feel the burning as much when I ran, but it made
breathing even harder to manage.
Fragments of rock in my path tripped
me. They broke my toenails and scraped my legs and knees on impact.
And then I would see him out of
the corner of my eye. I'd whisk my head to and fro. My heart
pounded in my chest like looming drums counting down to my end. Was
I running away from him, or running to him? In the fiery depths of
my prison, who could tell?
Sweat rolled down my forehead, my neck,
and my back. It made my skin glisten in the heat, and my dress cling
to my body.
I coughed some more.
Where was he?
When would I wake up?
Then he was there.
My heart stopped. I rose my chin
slowly, following the navy and black silk pant legs that stood right
in front of me all the way up to the face looming above me.
Tornadoes of wrath and horrible
mischief whirled in the eyes underneath the skull mask he wore. My
stomach lurched at this phantom so close to me; in distance and
emotion.
He knew all my secrets. He knew where
I was every second when I was awake and asleep. He knew what my lips
tasted like and how soft my hands were. He knew everything about me.
He remembered everything about me...but he didn't remember himself.
He was my gentleman who created
universes for me in my dreams. And he was the specter that stalked
and tormented me in my nightmares.
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