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Quinn: The secret to life is to always use more spinach and less rice than you think you'll need.
Saxon: The second secret to life is that fresh air, warm sun, and a cup of tea will make your problems small enough to start handling.
Kelso: The third secret to life is that violence sometimes really is the answer.
Jensen: ...
Vega: Don't look at me, man, I just work here.
Oneirophobia - Dream
Based on Fear Series (Edited) | Characters: Anna Kelso, Walton Simons
Summary / Warnings: Metaphorical dream nonsense fringed with non-con and violence.
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She was there. Wherever there was. An amber beacon in a pitching, black sea.
The scene reminisces of an underground garage, one stained with oil and long-standing drainage, but the concrete walls caging their world shift and swirl as if opposing sides stood, suspended together, in a pitcher of ink. He does not know the place. Not intimately. But the location, no matter how strange, does not matter. Only her.
With a look he could only describe as lost, the rogue’s gently angled face turns upwards as he emerges from shadow: his fiery white cascading against her own offending, golden light. He observes her gasp and throw of her hand - that slender neck he longs to snap pushes out a cry - but the protest she wields does not stop his advance, nor stop him from forcing her against those shifting, concrete walls.
His hands find her shoulders. His knee - her thigh. That insistent light she radiates pollutes and dims beneath his weight, his own diamond glare swallowing its golden grace. Triumphant, malicious lips twist and find her face.
He takes her breath.
He hears her protests between the whispers of their colliding skin and cloth. They are softer in volume than he expects. Less frequent than he imagines. Emboldened, the man tears into her a little more, teeth now dragging against the contours of her tensing flesh, hands now smoothing down her chills.
In his throws of victory, does not feel her objection until it peirces through his coat and burries itself into his side. Confused, he breaks his sick embrace and stares, unfocused, into those ever-defiant eyes. She pants. So does he. But neither do so with pace or thoughtfulness of love.
Slowly, a hand leaves her shoulder in favor for the chill burning at his side. Sharpness greets him there. His palm returns one violent wrench later, soiled, and holding a shard of red, jagged glass. He sees her through it, and then the world. Daylight pours through its fractal remains, but he does not feel the warmth of the new sun upon his cheek.
With a scornful snort he throws the vision to the floor. It claps - it shatters - with an echo that grows louder before the walls swallow them, bringing silence.
Grey eyes, now ringed, push his attentions back to the woman he presses against the wall. No longer radiant, the light about him internalizes like magma behind cracked earth, as bioelectric scars flare and busy with their diligent, healing work.
He comes close again, but instead of sapping her diminished light for another taste or striking a blow, he splays his soaked fingers and palm across her brow. He drags them down. Marks her. Forces her eyes to close and cheek to turn to avoid his digging fingertips and stinging blood.
The effort makes him chuckle, but his teeth grit and churn all the same.
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"The Illuminati see themselves as an intellectual elite. If we are Icarus, they think of themselves as Daedalus, his father. The guiding hand of the parent. The creator and mentor." Anna's lip curled. "I studied Greek mythology in college, and I remember that Daedalus was an arrogant bastard. The man built a maze of death, and killed his nephew when he thought he might be smarter than him."
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(Reading about Anna Kelso, because I have a memory of a gnat and I really have to get her story straight in my head. Right off the bat Wiki says she studied Greek mythology, which makes me chuckle for ... certain reasons, but I'm also extremely curious on WHY and HOW does this pertain to her eventual job?
Also, the girl ends up having her retinals taken out without consent after an attack and that's so messed up. It's like she lives in a distopia or something. Heh. Wild.
So without meaning to I'm starting to develop more of a sympathy towards her after reading all this loss and suffering she goes through, and I just...
@agentannakelso *helpless hand gestures between the muses* I'm not going to stop, because I'm an ass. In fact it's probably only going to get worse. But cheers to this little lady.
May she forever kick ass. ...but also suffer.
Because. *gestures* Again. I can't stop my hands.
)
Ron Temple: Yes, one of the agents I sent to their deaths survived and she saw the face of one of the Tyrants, but it was the ex-drug addict with low self-esteem whose career is dead in the water, and I confiscated her eyes with the recording of the attack, anyway. She won't be a problem.
Anna Kelso, the moment she was able to stand on her legs again: God wanted me dead, now you get to find out why.
When I die, I want agents Drake and Tyler to lower me into my grave, so they can let me down one last time.
Anna Kelso, probably
