Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2015 19:22:44 GMT -5
"What's the matter? Second guessing?"
"No."
"Then why are you shaking like a leaf?" Gemmy paced and snickered at his own joke. "Just turn me loose on them. Let me show them a good time."
"You'll hurt the cultists."
"You think they won't hurt you?" Tea flinched. "Face it, tree. You're in hell. You're about to be flayed alive for what you've done." The Phobia gave him a calculating stare. "Which is why you need me."
Tea glared at him through the bars. "I don't need you." The dream demon had barely helped him as it is. He was so volatile even Tea had difficulty controlling him. Liam really had enjoyed choosing Gemmy as his beast. He'd enjoyed it too much.
Gemmy scoffed. "You do." His voice took on a crueler tone. "You're weak. You snivel at the littlest feeling anyone has. Your so-called masters have you bent like one of those silly straws every chance they get." Gemmy looked really pleased at his attempt at a humorous analogy, but Tea still shuddered at the image. "And the cult expects you to stick a knife in them? You're going to need a hell of a lot of power my fine half bred friend."
Tea paused, thinking long and hard. Then he pointed out, "You want something."
Gemmy laughed. "Of course! Not as dumb as you look after all!"
"What?"
Gemmy's already splitting grin widened. "Give me your headspace. Give me your dreamworld."
Tea felt sick. "Why?"
"Because I'm always hungry, and being outside of my realm is not as fun as I had hoped." He lowered his voice to a sinister whisper. "Let me in and I'll repay you handsomely."
Tea had to be desperate to even consider this. But . . . Gemmy already took advantage of him and his mind every chance he got. What . . . what would really be the difference? "How do I get you in my head?"
The Phobia actually clapped one set of hands, chains rattling and tail clicking. "How are you on Greek, tree?" Tea shrugged. "Let's reenact the conception of Athena. I'll be Metis, you be Zeus."
The reference hit him immediately. "You want me to swallow you?"
Gemmy snickered again. "Shouldn't be too weird. I mean," he clicked his long tongue, "your heartless self already enjoys the chunks of me I so lovingly provide."
Tea cringed. But . . . this . . . could be worse. He couldn't believe . . . he was actually . . . considering . . . .
"Deal," he muttered before he could rethink this.
"No."
"Then why are you shaking like a leaf?" Gemmy paced and snickered at his own joke. "Just turn me loose on them. Let me show them a good time."
"You'll hurt the cultists."
"You think they won't hurt you?" Tea flinched. "Face it, tree. You're in hell. You're about to be flayed alive for what you've done." The Phobia gave him a calculating stare. "Which is why you need me."
Tea glared at him through the bars. "I don't need you." The dream demon had barely helped him as it is. He was so volatile even Tea had difficulty controlling him. Liam really had enjoyed choosing Gemmy as his beast. He'd enjoyed it too much.
Gemmy scoffed. "You do." His voice took on a crueler tone. "You're weak. You snivel at the littlest feeling anyone has. Your so-called masters have you bent like one of those silly straws every chance they get." Gemmy looked really pleased at his attempt at a humorous analogy, but Tea still shuddered at the image. "And the cult expects you to stick a knife in them? You're going to need a hell of a lot of power my fine half bred friend."
Tea paused, thinking long and hard. Then he pointed out, "You want something."
Gemmy laughed. "Of course! Not as dumb as you look after all!"
"What?"
Gemmy's already splitting grin widened. "Give me your headspace. Give me your dreamworld."
Tea felt sick. "Why?"
"Because I'm always hungry, and being outside of my realm is not as fun as I had hoped." He lowered his voice to a sinister whisper. "Let me in and I'll repay you handsomely."
Tea had to be desperate to even consider this. But . . . Gemmy already took advantage of him and his mind every chance he got. What . . . what would really be the difference? "How do I get you in my head?"
The Phobia actually clapped one set of hands, chains rattling and tail clicking. "How are you on Greek, tree?" Tea shrugged. "Let's reenact the conception of Athena. I'll be Metis, you be Zeus."
The reference hit him immediately. "You want me to swallow you?"
Gemmy snickered again. "Shouldn't be too weird. I mean," he clicked his long tongue, "your heartless self already enjoys the chunks of me I so lovingly provide."
Tea cringed. But . . . this . . . could be worse. He couldn't believe . . . he was actually . . . considering . . . .
"Deal," he muttered before he could rethink this.