Once Awake

May. 20th, 2020 03:10 pm
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He had read the signs, seen the inevitable diminution. The fall of Adas had opened the galaxy to the sith, and yet his advisors already tore them apart. Could he rule such a people? Perhaps. But it would break him to try, and he would not permit this. Remaining in the shadows too would be pointless. Instead, he would travel to a most secluded vault, hidden on a planet deep within the Stygian Caldera, the dense and treacherous nebula that protected their world.

He left final gifts to his most faithful, and then sealed himself in, alone. His body joined with the half-living alchemy within. Cold, stinging fumes hissed into his lungs, and every breath came slower. His heart beat twenty times in a minute.

Twelve.
Two.

None.

His mind persisted. It was almost free of his body, almost what it should be, but the cold still touched it as well, slowing his thoughts to the scale of decades. The galaxy seemed to roiled with life and pain and fear, shimmering with ceaseless change. At first, it was overwhelming.

But there were patterns. He could not yet describe their form nor predict their course. They were intriguing. And he had so much time to study them.

He was oblivious to the smaller, briefer things around him. He stared unblinking through twenty-four thousand years. His presence in the Force seemed to almost have melded with the land itself, his presence had so thoroughly tainted it over the centuries. But he remained at its center, deathly still yet somehow living.

No one had found him since his servants had departed, and so undisturbed his meditation could persist for eons more.

The vault was set deep into stable, solid bedrock. The water that had once dug these caverns ran dry millennia ago. Though creatures that could stand the Dark made their home here, they avoided the passage that led to him. He had been aware of them much as he had felt the rest of the galaxy: in aggregate, a rustling of many limbs and lives in the darkness.

In this myriad of years, the sith were of little interest to him. The invaders driven from Korriban still shaped the galaxy, and he watched the darkness they wove into steel. Then suddenly, they were gone. Wars guttered in their absence, arcing from the galaxy's core to the rim. A world that had split in two spread a poisonous Light that pained him to witness, but it cast more shadows in its wake. A wave of minds crawled from the core.

In the next myriad, something far distant caught his attention, beyond the galaxy's edge. The loss of something he had not consciously seen before its end. He dimly saw something in its echo, but the nothingness was swallowed up by the roiling of the worlds around him: the core fractured, a new palace of misery to the east, while to the west, twisting skeins of gravity kept the worlds beyond enmeshed in their own constructs of conflict and life. The piercing Light retreated, pushed outward, and broke itself again. The jagged edges left in its wake sprang up around him, bleeding the Sith until they mirrored the light. He felt no grief, only growing disinterest in their fate. The more he meditated, the more the patterns of the Force itself began to make sense.

In this millennium, a sudden crescendo. A war pushed outward from the worlds around him like a wave, then retreated. All around him, death. And then, so soon as to be almost instant, absence. A hole where a planet had once been, an echoing void. He watched the remains, but there were few stirrings in the darkness to explain it. An event in passing. But it slowed his thoughts with consideration. There was a Dark that left it, singular, splitting, settling, leeching. It was of interest, but there was something he had seen in the nothingness it left behind. He would need more time to think on it.

In these centuries, the growing Dark reached hidden tendrils across the galaxy. The formless Light rose in brittle spires, rotted through, and shattered. The Dark around it fed mindlessly on it, but there was no will to shape it further. He was now so vast and uncaring, but even he could reach out with slow sieving grasp and catch those echoes, draw them out into filaments of pure, glimmering fire. In its shimmer, he saw the forms of great and distant things.

Another world disappeared, and this time he stared directly into its un-light, heard the chord it sang for only the briefest moment. In this flash he saw again, and it was as he had desired.

In these years, the shock of seeing had been too much to sustain. He retreated back into cold, into something forgotten.

And in these lengthening days, he grew to dim awareness: something crawled along his surfaces.

He did not see the smooth black curves of his vault, or hear the voices it stole to whisper with. It had done this before, and each time it brought conflict and ruin to the bare rock above, the caves it nested in, the door it had refused to open.

Date: 2020-05-23 08:16 pm (UTC)
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Edwon tilted his head again, trying to hear where Jadus was speaking from now. “It’s almost a shame I can’t see it, then,” he said. But he could sense it, and sense the life in it, he was just struggling to figure out exactly what was going on. Instead of trusting his instincts, he was relying too much on his experience with other species, and it was becoming clear that whatever Jadus had made himself into, he hadn’t allowed himself to be limited by that.

At the sensation of teeth he wet his lips, and pressed himself closer, encouraging. His shirt was being tossed aside now, too, leaving his chest entirely exposed.

“I‘ve never seen a reason to be ashamed of a little nudity. There’s no reason you should hide.”

Date: 2020-05-23 08:52 pm (UTC)
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Edwon paused as Jadus started chanting, but didn't try to stop him. Maybe he should have. He definitely didn't trust him, but he was still confident that this wasn't about killing him, or even hurting him, and he'd never worried too much about getting hurt. Curiosity won out, and he waited.

And even after something started to appear in his mind, it took him a few moments to figure it out. It was... a shape? There was a sudden confidence in his mind that it was a shape, but that confidence also wasn't his own. There were different aspects to it - colors? Was that really what colors were? - separating the shape into... Something.

Not all of it belonged together.

It was--

He pulled back, but only so he could reach up and touch Jadus' face, one hand on each side of it. That he could make sense of. What was in his mind didn't even seem properly three dimensional.

He frowned, hidden behind the blindfold. This was giving him a headache again.

"No wonder people with eyes never notice anything."

Date: 2020-05-23 09:30 pm (UTC)
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"It's disorienting." He was still holding onto Jadus' face, like he had to remind himself what shape he actually was. "It doesn't match."

Maybe it would, once he figured it out, and he had a hard time leaving anything alone until he'd figured it out. At least he was being given a choice here. This was Jadus playing a game, testing him, but he wasn't trying to force his will, not yet. He was still in his head, though, which meant that he might eventually try.

On the other hand, it wasn't like he'd never been curious. But it was also distracting him from what they'd been doing, and he felt like he'd be able to learn more about Jadus by focusing his mind on him, and through touch. The image might be of him, but Edwon had nothing to compare it to.

He wasn't wishing it away yet.

"What color are you? Or is that difficult to say? I hear people argue over colors a lot, about whether something is magenta or purple, and for all I know you could be either."

Date: 2020-05-24 09:51 am (UTC)
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Gray... Supposedly a dull color, though he had no opinion on it himself. He'd been told it was also the color of his hair. He wondered if that meant they matched, though he did know there were too many shades of gray for that to be likely.

There were different nuances in Jadus' skin as well... So many details there for him to learn about, but he felt like it would take him hours just to get used to the idea of seeing like this, and for it to stop being overwhelmingly confusing. And they had other things to take care of, other matters to discuss.

"That's enough for now." He shook his head, a slight, jerky motion. He vastly preferred Force sight. "I can learn more through my usual way of seeing someone."

He dropped his hands down to Jadus' shoulders, slid his arms around so he could press closer instead, skin against strange skin. "And next time, don't take the pain away. If I'm going to experience something, I'll take every aspect of it. All or nothing."

Date: 2020-05-24 05:46 pm (UTC)
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It was a relief. With the fake sight fading, it was easier to focus on his other senses. This was the way to learn, to properly see the world. This was the way to enjoy the moment.

His breath caught when those teeth pushed into his skin... And then he pushed back. “I’d get bored without a little danger,” he said. Actually, he preferred a lot of danger. His hands started roaming again, stroking across Jadus’ back, before suddenly dragging a sharp path across his ribs. “You wouldn’t get bored, holding back?”

Date: 2020-05-24 09:40 pm (UTC)
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This time, it was enough to draw a gasp from him. He was used to violence and injury, but it was always different like this, when it was intimate. His mind wasn’t distracted on any task or mission, but focused completely on the pain.

But he hated being passive. Jadus’ reactions were satisfying, and he wanted to see if he could make him lose focus. He went with a softer touch, almost tickling his sides now, before suddenly shifting forwards and grinding their hips together.

“Patience means you’re waiting for something. Or working towards it.”

Date: 2020-05-24 11:35 pm (UTC)
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Edwon groaned, softly. The bite was stinging under that tongue, and the pain was building up under how good this felt, turning into pleasure. He could feel some blood trickle down his shoulder, though most of it was caught by Jadus. He groaned again.

"You might have set some sort of patience record." Although he wasn't sure if he should count the time Jadus spent in that vault. Napping didn't count as being patient. "Most people get antsy after five minutes of waiting for their lunch."

He kept grinding forward, creating a rhythm between them. His pants felt tight, but he didn't feel like lifting his hips up to do anything about it. "What are you denying yourself?"

Date: 2020-05-25 01:03 am (UTC)
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There was nothing soft about his moans now. The please he’d been feeling was suddenly doubled, out of nowhere, making his skin feel almost electrified. He lost his rhythm for a moment, and has to force himself to find it again.

“That’s... unexpected.” What kind god comment was that? He wet his lips. Jadus had told him he’d make him understand more than just language. “How—“

It wasn’t important. He couldn’t even be annoyed with it right now, although he might consider it later. “Enough talk.” They had better things to do than discuss Jadus’ pipe dream. Instead, he kissed him hard.

Date: 2020-05-25 08:24 pm (UTC)
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Edwon, at least, wasn't about to voice any objects right now. Perhaps later, when he was less caught up in the moment, except for the fact that was fairly certain that while Jadus might stop this type of pleasurable connection, he'd still secretly read his mind. There was nothing to gain from asking him to stop.

And right now, kissing felt too good. Jadus' lips were different, but that was no reason not to run his tongue over them, thrilled by the tang of blood.

He reached down to grasp his dick as it appeared, knowing it was there even before he felt it press against his stomach. He'd take full advantage of their connection now, feeling the ridges lightly with his fingers, then giving it a firmer stroke, figuring out how he liked to be touched.]

Date: 2020-06-15 01:40 pm (UTC)
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He could feel Jadus' reaction to his touch. He could feel it reverberating through him, amplifying what he was feeling himself, and if he wasn't careful it would end up disorienting and distracting. He wanted to focus on making Jadus feel good.

He repeated the action that made him groan - he could feel the sound waves of that noise, too, and that might be even better - only to falter a bit a bit a second later. Those tendrils were tricky. Sneaky. Right now he liked it. He lifted his hips up and managed to get his pants open with one hand, awkwardly shoving them down his hips.

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