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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 10:03 pm
Ever so slightly he leaned into the others touch, relishing in the others fingers in his hair. It was nice to feel another persons touch, to have that sort of connection with someone else. It was something to be held onto and enjoyed, savored.
With the other facing him he was able to press his lips gently to the others cheek. "You're welcome. Just keep this between us. Having mirrorspace behave as it does...it might make us seem weak...something for others to try and take advantage of - if they could figure out how to." Since they didn't even know everything about mirrorspace, but who knows..someone else might have some luck with it.
"It's mostly just all white walls - hallways...and rooms. There isn't much to it. But more has opened up - mirrorscape. We can build our own islands, slowly, and create a world for ourselves...one for each of us." Sighing gently. A ghost of breath escaping him and drifting over the others fair flesh, just as a cool breeze ghosted over his bare flesh.
"I have a home with friends and their home is home for me. But mirrorspace...I suppose it's an escape from here when here is too much. It's mysterious and I'm sure it holds secrets. But maybe it's a replacement for the homeworld I'd have had were I one of the white moons senshi, which I'm glad I'm not....they really don't like me." Reaching up to gently touch his own neck, the feel of fingers wrapped about his delicate neck like a ghost to him now, something he could picture and almost feel but wasn't there.
"I know though...I have my father closer to being found now - thanks to you. But mirrorspace is still...something, especially mirrorscape. I...maybe I could bring you and show you...even if it's just mirrorspace. Seeing it when it's not trying to kill you. It feels like walking into a museum of modern art...in a sense." With how minimalist it was and the all white which covered everything. It made space had to judge at times..it was something interesting in a way he couldn't exactly put words to.
"Maybe I could show you mirrorscape...though I don't know if I could do that...I'm sure I could bring you to mirrorspace." His lips once more ghosted the others skin, breath brushed against the others skin before he drew back to stare at the other, dark eyes like onyx. It was hard to discern pupil from iris with his eyes, they were just that dark.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 11:17 pm
Eion teethed his lower lip in thought, thick lashes hanging low over his eyes. They cast to the fittings of Kiuchi's clothing momentarily while he searched for a better answer. Breath came in rhythm over his cheek as its own constant comfort and reminder. To hold and be held was rare — especially for one so pockmarked as he with bristling ingenuities.
"You're already at risk, Kiuchi. Someone controls Mirrorspace. Either that woman you fought or someone else still. She can't be the last. That she pulled the lot of you through your mirrors into space belays its manipulability. Mirrorspace bends to will. And if your queen spread her fingers into Mirrorspace with her seed, and you opened another realm within your realm with that seed, then already you know she cast her dominion over it. The realm you now use — your plot — it was hers." Eion jerked his head to the side, diverting his gaze to the long, milky shadows cast by sodium lights. "It's all scalped from her. Like vultures."
He looked back to Kiuchi. He found eyes deep-set and cast in shadow beyond the night and sweep of dark hair. "I've seen Mirrorspace a few times. Never the Mirrorscape." But body scars left his certainty raw; silk whispers untied from his eyes still wrapped their ignorance around his mind.
"Mirrorspace has no romance." Not for me. Not anymore. His fingers slipped saccharine slow from Kiuchi's hair, trailing the cusp of an ear as they went. Down around the helix nails slipped, ever a kiss or a graze on sensitive skin, as they reached the basin of an attached lobe. His hand dropped then, his instinct twisting between bitterness and bravery. What was the difference between an indulgence and an investment if they each produced the same prize? Was there a difference? Were they so excluded from one another?
Thought ran wild and flagrant, skipping between duties and pouted lips and Mirrorspace and the way Kiuchi's hand grasped at his own neck, as if searching for scars long left behind. Eion looked to him again, to the stark nervousness in his eyes.
Eion grasped all the strength he could muster — all the fleeting scraps of passion, assuredness, leadership. Jaw set, he pressed hands to the undersides of Kiuchi's forearms. "Take me to Mirrorscape," he said at last, in spite of his quickening pulse.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2018 12:04 am
"I hadn't thought of that...but it makes sense. While mirrorspace may actually control itself..it is able to be hacked, sort to speak, and controlled by others as it already was the once." The idea, now posed, that it could happen again was frightening. He wasn't just scared for himself but for the others of his court as well. Was there some measure they could take to secure things better? Could mirrorspace do that on it's own? Had it already, if it in fact had some sort of personality or intelligence of it's own.
"A realm within a realm...something how many sci-fi writers mention...and would have many people envious...to see or experience such a thing." People involved in the sciences among others, he was sure.
"Maybe the mirrorscape would be to your liking? Though it is still being built, by us, slowly." A replacement for worlds they could not have as they were members of their court. Were they to join the other side, the white moon side, they would have their own worlds....but were they there own? They were not built by them and may not be pleasing to them now, in this life. Mirrorscape would be theirs now, it would fit who they were.
While nails trailed from his hair down his ear it brought forth a shiver, maybe a shudder, and had the taller leaning into the touch. Soaking in the gentleness, the feel of the others skin against his own, he let his eyes drift closed for a moment. When they fluttered open he felt the others hands on his arms and the request, though maybe more of an order. Either way it wasn't something the super senshi would deny the other, not if he could help it.
"Ok." Nodding his head, a light smile taking up residence on his pale lips.
"You should power up if you want to go now...there is a mirror near by so we can walk through that and into mirrorspace - from there to the mirrorscape."
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2018 2:15 pm
Eion snorted. "When you put it that way." He never discovered romance in the sciences — even in sci-fis mandated by schoolwork. Even in the cold doldrums of HP Lovecraft fiction assigned by his general. But Kiuchi spoke of it romantically enough; some must linger there. Not for him, not now, maybe not ever, but it remained latent and untapped. That potential hung like the stars.
Eion slipped from Kiuchi's arms while he considered Mirrorscape. Reaching down, he saw his own reflection in a puddle of oily water. Behind him, stars shimmered and stared while lidded eyes stared downward darkly. He hardly recognized Elex in himself anymore. And in moments he would face another pool like this, one of the austere mirrors, and face the same result. Beyond there lurked Mirrorspace. Attached to that esoteric place was the conversation had with Sinope, wound tight around its association. Barbed wire it was in the way it cut with the word alone. Mirrorspace could not be spat quickly enough.
He snatched the few papers that slipped from his folder. Stuffing them away, he gathered the lot of it and pinned it beneath a narrow elbow. He spared a glance to their surroundings, to the stillness in the night, though he did not trust it.
"I don't power up." He searched Kiuchi's face for recognition. "Better to call it 'shedding a skin'." Or burning it away. He remembered, still, Rowan's shock and fixation when he saw normalcy melting off Elex's face. Kiuchi had seen him before, though not the way that chaos melted his skin off like lye. Would that chase him away?
"I'll don my captaincy in Mirrorspace. I don't trust Romano's." He cast a last glance backward, lucid and appraising. Then he turned back toward Kiuchi, folder in hand, and reached to take an elbow for their walk. He remembered well that touch was necessary to pass through the mirror. Reticence still pooled like oily water.
"Lead the way."
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