05-26-2018, 04:13 PM
Luci stands atop the tallest mountain in the Sage’s dreamscape, her alien eyes focusing and unfocusing on his Key. The wind whips her hair, catching little specks of glitter and letting them waft into the clouds.
The Sage tries to hide his look of defeat and concern behind a mask of gentle wistfulness, a face that is only forlorn because of the imminent departure of his friend.
“My path’s clear,” Luci says finally as she stows the small leather book in her bright red backpack. The book falls next to her own Black Book, the book that Luci uses to draw that graffiti she would eventually spray from her magic spraycan. On the other side of the Sage’s book is a pack of markers with brightly glowing tips.
“The Black Man showed me a map that burns so bright I can barely see anything else, like a phosphorescent after-image in my brain” Luci continues. “He wants me to pass through the demon, to the heart that beats below the surface. That’s where I’ll find his key.”
The astral warrior pauses; the vulnerable young woman bites her lip, her strangely fluctuating eyes downcast and guilty.
“That,” the Sage observes. “Was not an answer.”
Luci takes her attention off of the key and meet’s Sage’s gaze.
Her eyes glow with the pink and blue neon lights of 1980’s Miami.
“My answer,” says Luci, as specks of neon plasma drift upwards from her iris’ like a lava lamp. Three lines of prismatic war-paint appear beneath each of her eyes. “Is that I’m a not a slave, I’m a gangster. I see my own path.”
Luci rattles her trusty magic spraycan and paints a Door onto the massive white doors of Sage’s subconscious. The borders of the door flicker with artificial light. The girl turns back to the Sage, her jaw defiant but her face guilty.
“I guess I owe you one,” she says with a stony voice.
The Sage waves his hand dismissively. “Think nothing of it, my chapel-eyed vision. It is what friends are for.”
They share a very sad smile.
Luci unlocks her Door with the Reynold’s Key. On the other side is a deserted parking lot illuminated by flickering streetlights.
Luci tosses the man his Key, and without a single painful ‘Goodbye’, she is gone.
The Sage tries to hide his look of defeat and concern behind a mask of gentle wistfulness, a face that is only forlorn because of the imminent departure of his friend.
“My path’s clear,” Luci says finally as she stows the small leather book in her bright red backpack. The book falls next to her own Black Book, the book that Luci uses to draw that graffiti she would eventually spray from her magic spraycan. On the other side of the Sage’s book is a pack of markers with brightly glowing tips.
“The Black Man showed me a map that burns so bright I can barely see anything else, like a phosphorescent after-image in my brain” Luci continues. “He wants me to pass through the demon, to the heart that beats below the surface. That’s where I’ll find his key.”
The astral warrior pauses; the vulnerable young woman bites her lip, her strangely fluctuating eyes downcast and guilty.
“That,” the Sage observes. “Was not an answer.”
Luci takes her attention off of the key and meet’s Sage’s gaze.
Her eyes glow with the pink and blue neon lights of 1980’s Miami.
“My answer,” says Luci, as specks of neon plasma drift upwards from her iris’ like a lava lamp. Three lines of prismatic war-paint appear beneath each of her eyes. “Is that I’m a not a slave, I’m a gangster. I see my own path.”
Luci rattles her trusty magic spraycan and paints a Door onto the massive white doors of Sage’s subconscious. The borders of the door flicker with artificial light. The girl turns back to the Sage, her jaw defiant but her face guilty.
“I guess I owe you one,” she says with a stony voice.
The Sage waves his hand dismissively. “Think nothing of it, my chapel-eyed vision. It is what friends are for.”
They share a very sad smile.
Luci unlocks her Door with the Reynold’s Key. On the other side is a deserted parking lot illuminated by flickering streetlights.
Luci tosses the man his Key, and without a single painful ‘Goodbye’, she is gone.
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