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Posted:
03.25.1998
Date:
12.21.2195
Time:
Night
Rampant
I am the battleground lover. And these are my heart woundings.
The warlock's arms are around me, can feel them at my back, supporting
me, entrapping me, but bringing protection and comfort, can almost feel
the wirewitch skin roughness through the material of my skinsuit, bodies
radiating warmth, hair stalk dancing off to the side, warlock leans forward
with circuit fangs and pathway-ridden teeth, but before there is contact
there is something on his lower lip, a technosite, shouldn't be that big,
shouldn't be able to see them, they're microscopic, but there it is, and
there's another, and another, they're pouring from his mouth now, almost
gushing, and they're swarming onto me, onto my skin, under my clothes,
eating away the material, and now in my mouth, but I can't get away because
the warlock holds me tight, my arms are trapped against his chest, can't
wriggle away, and I want to get away, but the technosites choke off my
scream, but I like the way the warlock is holding me and even when I vomit,
spewing forth black globs of technosite clusters, all I can think about
is how he's holding me--
Enough.
Not going to let that continue. Thoughts and emotions were running
out of control, rampant and without direction. No. Don't want
that, glitch it. Glitch that warlock. His fault. His
blame. Glitch him.
On some level, I can still feel both witchkisses I've received.
It's a slight tingling on my lips, something even stranger in my heart,
and something purely frightful in my mind. Which one is correct and
proper? I don't know. Maybe one. Maybe all. Maybe
none. I need somebody to help me sort this out. I doubt if
anybody wants the job though.
Then.
Then I get a flash. It's strong and clear, and it's all mine.
(a dark place. an alley. a figure in front of me.
a kiss given. a kiss received.)
Wait. When did that happen? |