06-16-2018, 05:02 PM
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Luci lights a hand-rolled cigarette with a steady hand, inhaling tobacco smoke and exhaling rainbow clouds. She lowers the driver side window of her bright red 1970 Stingray LT1 as she drives into a dimly-lit dingy parking lot and parks in the corner. She rummages around in her backpack for a moment before retrieving a Black Book, covered in glowing graffiti. A single psychedelic eye blinks on the cover.
“Why are you here?” says the voice of Jacket’s dead girlfriend, muffled through the tape recorder.
“I’m drawing,” Luci says dreamilly as she flips through her Grimoire.
“I know what you’re doing,” the tape recorder hisses from the dashboard. “Go do it somewhere else. You have your Key, now get out of my boyfriend’s head or I’ll give you a real out-of-body experience.”
Luci does not respond, but withdraws a single ink pen with a shining white tip.
“You’re drawing that woman again. She must be asleep,” the voice on the tape recorder continues. Luci tries to focus. “You’re going to do to her what you did to Jacket.”
“No,” Luci says calmly. “Much worse.”
Her eyes turn a soft peach, the color of flesh. The tip of her marker glows the same color, and Luci starts to draw the first outlines of a beautiful female face.
“Worse?” the tape recorder echos back indignantly. “You used my body to trick my boyfriend into fighting your war.”
Luci’s eyes flicker along with her pen, getting darker and then lighter as she applies shading and shadows to the face. She starts to draw the outlines of the body.
“He was fighting his own war,” Luci says icilly. Her eyes narrow. Luci fills in the womans plump lips, the edges tugging downward in a scowl. “I just showed him the best way to do it. In his head, his demons were eating him alive. I used your body to save him-”
“And that’s the only fucking reason you’re alive,” the voice spits back. “Who is this bitch anyways? What makes her so important you have to sneak into her dreams?”
Luci does not reply, but her eyes change to the color of blood and wildfires, flickering brightly. The pen changes with it, and Luci starts to draw strands of fluttering red hair.
When the woman’s hair is complete, the picture starts to move.
The woman is in bed. She is restless. The picture is hazy, wobbly; her Astral Defenses are weak.
The woman in the black book mumbles something; her lover’s name.
On the other page of the Grimoire, a flawless blonde woman with a curvy yet athletic form starts to appear. She is wearing only a thin silk night robe, and is creeping up to the door.
Luci’s eyes flare like prisms, the tip of her pen likewise changing into a strange kaleidoscopic lightshow. She quickly fills in the blonde woman’s pupils with iridescent ink.
The picture halts.
“Ok,” Luci says, exhaling deeply.
“Ok,” says the picture of the blonde woman, her lips moving with Luci’s own.
The picture pushes the door open cautiously.
“Hey babe,” Luci whispers, in unison with the drawing of the blonde woman.
“You having a bad dream?”
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Luci lights a hand-rolled cigarette with a steady hand, inhaling tobacco smoke and exhaling rainbow clouds. She lowers the driver side window of her bright red 1970 Stingray LT1 as she drives into a dimly-lit dingy parking lot and parks in the corner. She rummages around in her backpack for a moment before retrieving a Black Book, covered in glowing graffiti. A single psychedelic eye blinks on the cover.
“Why are you here?” says the voice of Jacket’s dead girlfriend, muffled through the tape recorder.
“I’m drawing,” Luci says dreamilly as she flips through her Grimoire.
“I know what you’re doing,” the tape recorder hisses from the dashboard. “Go do it somewhere else. You have your Key, now get out of my boyfriend’s head or I’ll give you a real out-of-body experience.”
Luci does not respond, but withdraws a single ink pen with a shining white tip.
“You’re drawing that woman again. She must be asleep,” the voice on the tape recorder continues. Luci tries to focus. “You’re going to do to her what you did to Jacket.”
“No,” Luci says calmly. “Much worse.”
Her eyes turn a soft peach, the color of flesh. The tip of her marker glows the same color, and Luci starts to draw the first outlines of a beautiful female face.
“Worse?” the tape recorder echos back indignantly. “You used my body to trick my boyfriend into fighting your war.”
Luci’s eyes flicker along with her pen, getting darker and then lighter as she applies shading and shadows to the face. She starts to draw the outlines of the body.
“He was fighting his own war,” Luci says icilly. Her eyes narrow. Luci fills in the womans plump lips, the edges tugging downward in a scowl. “I just showed him the best way to do it. In his head, his demons were eating him alive. I used your body to save him-”
“And that’s the only fucking reason you’re alive,” the voice spits back. “Who is this bitch anyways? What makes her so important you have to sneak into her dreams?”
Luci does not reply, but her eyes change to the color of blood and wildfires, flickering brightly. The pen changes with it, and Luci starts to draw strands of fluttering red hair.
When the woman’s hair is complete, the picture starts to move.
The woman is in bed. She is restless. The picture is hazy, wobbly; her Astral Defenses are weak.
The woman in the black book mumbles something; her lover’s name.
On the other page of the Grimoire, a flawless blonde woman with a curvy yet athletic form starts to appear. She is wearing only a thin silk night robe, and is creeping up to the door.
Luci’s eyes flare like prisms, the tip of her pen likewise changing into a strange kaleidoscopic lightshow. She quickly fills in the blonde woman’s pupils with iridescent ink.
The picture halts.
“Ok,” Luci says, exhaling deeply.
“Ok,” says the picture of the blonde woman, her lips moving with Luci’s own.
The picture pushes the door open cautiously.
“Hey babe,” Luci whispers, in unison with the drawing of the blonde woman.
“You having a bad dream?”
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