Joseph ♔ Kavinsky (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
burnyoudown) wrote2021-07-18 04:56 pm
burnyoudown) wrote2021-07-18 04:56 pm
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this crawled into my brain;
But in this strange place, this ocean of forgotten dreams, it found that it was not alone. There was something else here that burned like it did, and he found this creature had a name: Kavinsky. It was a creature of memory and emotion, tendrils made of energy rather than shadows and ashes and ruin. And maybe they should have destroyed each other, but they do not. They snarl tendril in tendril, body to body.
They talk in a language that's truer than words, than human speech. They speak in dreams, in the pieces of themselves they show one another. This creature that was so much more than a boy, and yet had once been shaped like one, doesn't judge it for its anger; he knows what its like to want to burn everything when you've been ignored, pushed away, and forgotten.
It feels something. It doesn't know if it's Kavinsky that allows it, if the boy has somehow taught it what it's like to want something without wanting to break it, but it's sure that it was never meant for feelings shaped like this. Tormenting Aidan becomes less a thing it can enjoy, because it means leaving, it means yearning, it means desperate searching when it returns. Looking for the flavor of his energy, the shape of his tendrils. It means tangling their forms back together, like he doesn't want to burn the world, he just wants to stay here, with this boy, shadows and tendrils and something both more and less than touch.
So of course it loses.
It is no longer the all-powerful nightmare, a force of nature that even dying stars fear. It is something with soft places that it tucks into someone else's body. It is still angry, but its heart wants something other than the world on fire. It just needs a world big enough for a nightmare and a dreamer.
Maybe that's why Aidan is able to rewrite its story, to change it into something boy-shaped. Maybe it already was.
It can feel it happening, and desperation surges through every bit of shadow and darkness that makes up its heart. Rather than try to fight the magic, it just presses back with one truth: that its story is tied to Kavinsky's, and it can't have him without the other boy. Yearning, needy, a promise said not in words, but in touches and shared stories -- it would not leave him behind.
The magic considers, and then agrees.
It expects a hard landing, expects it to hurt, but instead two naked boys -- Kavinsky, and a boy-shaped thing now named Vesper -- land on the soft grass in the middle of a magic dream forest in Henrietta, Virginia. Thankfully, they're far from the Kingswood, or Elijah would probably have eaten Vesper for crimes both real and imagined.
Wrapping its arms around Kavinsky isn't the same as tangling their tendrils together, and it makes it shake and shiver from how warm it is, from the way that it feels. It's sniffling to hold back the tears, overwhelmed with emotions it doesn't even have names for. It doesn't even know how to explain, where to start, what to say. It knows language, but it is not as easy or comfortable as how they spoke in the dream sea.]
--I didn't want you to be alone.
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Finding companionship in the dream sea hadn't been in his plans but it was far from unwelcome. Though, to be fair, he hadn't had plans since ending up there. It was hard to plan at all when he'd been a tangle of emotions and thoughts and memories, unable to interact with the world as he'd known it.
He was alive now, though. Alive and he could feel his heart beating, his breath expanding his chest. He could feel the gentle breeze and leaves and grass on his skin. He wasn't shy or embarrassed about being naked, which was probably a good thing since he didn't know when he'd end up with clothes. Right now, he didn't care.
He was captivated by pretty blue eyes and dark hair and fuck, for a moment he almost thought- but no. No, it wasn't, and that was better somehow. He smiled and it was soft and a little sad while he curled his arms around Vesper, uncharacteristically gentle.]
That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.
[He murmured, dark eyes as soft as his smile.]
It makes me want to kiss you.
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[Vesper was a little shy about his body, but not from modesty, more just that it felt strange and alien, that it didn't know quite what to do with itself. He was both something more and less than the amorphous thing of claws and darkness that he had been before. But somehow, the thing that matters to it most is that it is shaped to fit to Kavinsky. It is not Ronan, but it shaped a little bit like him, inspired by those lost desires.
Its breath hitches as Kavinsky wraps his arms around its body, and it mirrors the gesture, a little bit clumsy at first, but then almost desperate. The way that he presses into the boy's arms, clingy and needy, almost like it thinks it can still tangle their bodies together like they had been back in the place they'd been trapped before this. But skin is more of a barrier than it had been before. But it's still better like this, better to be in his arms, pressed chest to chest, than it would be to be alone.]
I've never kissed someone before, but I... I think that I'd like it if you did.
[It was hard to call what they'd done in the dream sea kissing, when they were all darkness and shadow, emotion and memory, tendrils and talons. Cabeswater was not the Kingswood, but it held a similar pedigree; enough energy for even a thing like Vesper to breathe. But it found that more than anything, what it wanted right now was to breathe Kavinsky, to taste him, to lie here in the grass and the leaves and have him teach it all about skin and bones.]
I'll stay with you. If you want me to. I don't... this isn't my world.
[It had nowhere else to go. But more than that, it wanted to stay with Kavinsky. It slid shadows against the boy's skin, not as weighted as his fingers, but heavy with intention, almost-there, but a whisper of what he'd been before. But that was okay, he thought.]
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[And Kavinsky considered this an ultimate sort of kindness. He would be nothing without Vesper. Lost in the dream sea for the rest of time, maybe. So he really, genuinely, appreciated what they had done. It meant a lot to him. And- he somehow wasn't surprised that they hadn't kissed anyone before. The impression he'd gotten from the dream sea was- hard to put into words, but it meant he wasn't blindsided by this.
Smiling, he gently cupped the side of Vesper's face in one hand and kissed them, just as gently. It was fond and tender and full of appreciation. He was reluctant to pull back but when he did, he brushed his thumb softly along Vesper's cheek.]
I want you to. You can stay with me for as long as you want.
[They could figure things out together. Vesper, the world; Kavinsky, how he would fit into things since he'd died and was now alive again. But he wouldn't have to hide things from Vesper. He wouldn't have to pretend he wasn't a dreamer. It filled his chest with fondness and hope.]
I'll help you. I'll teach you about things.
[He could be patient, after all, when he wanted to be. And lord, but he wanted to be patient with Vesper. He wanted to do a lot of things with Vesper, if he was being honest.]