Fire In The Lounge

[Kyle Sanderson]

Down the hallway he walked ever so quietly, not a noise, nothing at all. If you hadn't actually seen him moving down that hallway you would have never noticed that he was even out there. Which if that was a good thing, who knew. Anyways those dead eyes of his, finally fixed onto a door that was in front of him, and in a slow, slow motion a hand came out opening that door, just enough so that his form was able to step into the doorway, just enough that the door remained open, or shut, he didn't know. Anyways, standing there in the doorway to the lounge, there was that slight twitch once again as his head tilted to the side a bit, those dead eyes finding a random spot to fix onto. no movement, no nothing, if someone had been behind him, they were going to have to physically move him to get in. Finally thogh there was a bit of movement as he lifted his arm up as though he was reaching for something right then and there.

It was then and only then did he begin to slowly move. His mind he was moving to what he was reaching for, the possibly scary thing was even himself in his mind he didn't know what it was he was reaching for. But to anyone else who would have happened to see him, or was in there would just see him slowly move to the center of the lounge. Another twitch from his head left him before a very slight nod, as though he was listening to someone speak. After that nod, he slowly slowly took a seat there on the floor in the middle of the lounge, those dead eyes, still locked in on the very same spot they had been locked in on.

Finally there was a tilt of his head as that head of his came to rest upon his shoulder, a hand reaching out once more, it's palm flat as he reached it out a bit in front of him. That hand closing up into a ball now for a moment before a small wisp of smoke began to leave from there before that hand of his opened and he brought it back to him, dancing around on that hand of his was a ball of fire, which caught the attention of those dead eyes. And finally his torment filled voice in what was a quiet tone.

"Fire..."

[Guest]

This inn had a ghost. In the shape of an unassuming shapely woman. Wylie fitzlaufey had landed herself a gig later that night. Fronting for a band that mysteriously lost its sultry smokey-voiced femme lead vocalist. But that was two hours and change from now. And she was killing the time by spending it here. Trying to sniff around and see what she could use. Or if there was anything that had potential.

Sure enough, this god in disguise smelled chaos somewhere close. And chaos was her name. Up to this point no one would know she was here. She looked like the walls looked. Or the floor looked. Or that mirror in the hall looked. While she played I Spy she looked just like any other thing around here. Which was boring truth be told. Unless you had something interesting to look at. She hadn't. Until now.

At first, this lounge had an extra throw rug. Wasn't even noticeable unless a person was staring all over the floor waiting for something to happen. One minute no throw rug. Next minute this really tasteful burgundy shag rug just inside the door. The old wipe your feet on me kind of rug. And this rug was watching the man who was sitting pretty in the center of the room. This was the place alright. This is where the smell of chaos was coming from. Potential?

Behind the man the rug grew up. Into the unassuming shapely female figure that made Thor boil whenever he was faced with her. She was made-up and dressed for her gig. Rouged cheeks red lips kohl lined eyes. Dark hair slickened and parted down the middle. Black and white checkered Doc Martens. Plaid pants. A loud green t-shirt that was tight and advertised some old nearly unknown punk band. A black fishnet shirt underneath it. Plenty of bangles on her wrists. A black choker around her neck with a symbol on it. A cross. She found wearing it funny. She would.

This one. The energy coming off of him, it was different. She didn't quite know what to expect. And she liked that. She liked that to the point where it made her hunger. Her tongue licked across her lower lip as she watched his back silently. How to approach him. Well. Test the waters of course. See what her bidding created in him. There was no mind that Loki's will couldn't affect. She couldn't read thoughts. But when it came to commands she was the master puppeteer.

I'll turn around now. That's the thought she played in his mind. Placing it there like he thought it on his own. Hence the 'i'. And i'll say hello.

Now to wait. And see how this chaos received her.

[Kyle Sanderson]

Sitting there, those dead eyes remained settled upon that ball of fire that was sitting in his hand. The only movements still that rocking back and forth he was doing. If someone who would have seen him at that moment who knew him was there at that moment, seeing him interact with that ball fire they would have possibly thought that he was at...peace, as he sat there.

That peace though in a fe moments was about to be shattered, how so? Because for the first time since he showed up at the inn, he sensed something. It was then that his head tilted to the side nce again coming to rest upon his shoulder, resting there, still dead eyes remained on that ball of fire, still watching it, except for the fact his senses had picked up on her.

Finally, though it was heard and he slowly turned around. Not just his head, his whole body turning to face her now, he still held that ball of flames in his hand. His head lowering now as his dead eyes found her, remained on her, and finally that one single word left him.

"Hello..."

[Guest]

What a fine feline smile the man earned. From ear to ear she grinned. The curve of her lips was alluring but playful. Oh always playful. The world was full of canaries to catch. And this canary, this piece of chaos, did just as she wanted him to. Joy to the world. Maybe now she would have someone to accompany her to her gig. What pretty picture that would make. Chaos in a club. With so many people around.

"Well hello," she said back. Her voice was alto. With a muskiness to it that was always suggestive. But suggestive of what? That was a good question. And the answer depended minute by minute. Right now that smile suggested they talk. He wanted to, didn't he. Of course he wanted to. As if he wanted to even before he knew there was something to want. She had that effect on people. It was dangerously addictive. Just like chaos.

"Your flames remind me of a song. C'mon baby light my fire." Crooned to him as she stepped closer. Her walk was lazy. With wag in the hips. She canted her head to the side. Giving a floating little laugh. Then lips closed as she looked at him. Green eyes to his eyes. Hers were like looking into a wild thicket. But something about them. It was a nice gaze to get tangled in. One wonderful web. "That's what I do. Sing. You?"

Then she reached out. Hand palm down. She placed it on top of his fire. And gave the flames a pet. Like stroking a cat. Or the inside of a thigh. As her fingertips rolled against the flames she'd do it again. Straight into his mind. I feel a connection. He would feel the energy around her then. Just for a second. A faint buzz surrounded her. Like electricity waiting to be conducted.

[Kyle Sanderson]

Did he feel that energy? Yes he did. He felt it the way he showed that he felt it, was with that slight twitch of his head and shoulders, before his head tilted once more. Those dead eyes of his coming up to her own. Was he seeing reality at this moment? Was he seeing what his mind wanted him to see? Was he seeing the reality he had become accustomed to? Or was he seeing a combination of the three of them? He didn't know, all he knew at that moment was that someone else was in essense playing with his fire.

Her energy though, it was met with a response, the air around the two of them, it now began to grow warmer, the source of that heat being himself. That gaze remaining upon her, that hand that contained that ball of fire began to move very slightly. His free hand moving as well to the hand which she was petting his flames. That free hand cupping her own hand. Moving it with his filled hand until her hand was now on the bottom, that ball of fire now dancing upon her hand, with his hand on top of it.

Slowly now he moved his hand away from the fire, letting that ball of flames dance in just her hand. His head tilting now, so that his gaze left that fire and went to what seemed like her face.

"Fire...."

One single word discribed what it was that he did, in his reality that was what he did. He played with fire, fire was his friend. And now more heat radiated from him, nothing that made it too hot in there, but enough that it could be felt. But there was also one other thing he concidered his friend concidered what he did.

That gaze remained seemingly on her face, as from under him, the shadow that he had casted from himself, began to spread out from him, growing. his face, his expression for the first time since he arrived there began to change. how so? There on his face was now a grin, a grin that was so filled with evil. Evil that most people most likely couldn't comprehend.

"Darkness..."

His torment filled voice at that moment wasn't there replaced by a voice filled with the same evil that his grin had held. The question was, did she comprehend the evil that was there, did she embrace the evil that was there as he had?

[Guest]

His warmth. Was delicious. She didn't feel temperature like a mortal. But that didn't mean she didn't feel temperature. This was potential incarnate. In the same inn as two of Asgard's vessels. Chance was on her side today. She liked the taste of it. It was enough to click-clack her tongue softly. Before rubbing it against the roof of her mouth. Behind barely parted lips.

More than that. All of him was delicious. Not just fire. But darkness. Shadows and flame. So many possibilities. Enough to make even her mind race. And hers was a mind sharper than any other in Asgard. No small feat.

She didn't extinguish his fire. She wouldn't dream of it. Instead she crouched down. Put the fire on her knee. The flame didn't spread. It didn't singe her clothes. It just burned as fire did. Consuming energy unseen to keep alive. So that he could pick up his pet again. If he wanted.

When her palm was empty she turned it upward. So that it faced the ceiling. Giving him her siren's smile. He'd feel her energy buzzing again. And it came to life in her hand. A crackling sparking ball of electricity. She mirrored what he'd done with her. Reaching out for his hand. Placing it on top of the ball. Turning his hand over so that it was on the bottom and hers on the top. Then taking her hand away. So he was holding her energy. It would buzz and hum through him like a current in his blood. An electric itch. It would feel good if scratched.

"Electric," she murmured to him with her wild smile.

Then things would change. Like how lights flickered her appearance flickered. He'd see a fox. Then a court jester. Then a coyote. Then a harlequin. Then her again. Flickers fast as blinks. She tilted her chin proudly upward. As she added a single word.

"Chaos." Then she gave him a tricker's smile.

[Kyle Sanderson]

His head, it tilted down to the side once more, that gaze of his moving down to that ball of electricity that was now in his hand, he just watched it, the darkness that had formed around him, he allowed to come up to that ball of electricity, stopping just around his hand, which meant at that moment he was near being fully surrounded by that darkness. That gaze still remained upon that ball of electricity as he now mimic'd her own motions.

His hand moving down to his own knee, letting it come to rest slightly above his knee on his thigh. That hand slowly slid out from under that ball of electricity like hers did with his fire. Until it was now dancing around on his own leg. It was then that his head shifted once more, when his gaze watched everything that she had done. All the flickering of her appearance. That darkness it now slithered back to him, back what seemed like was inside him.

Once all of the darkness, not just from what was around him, all the darkness that was seemingly in the room was seemingly pulled inside him. That evil filled grin disappeared as well, his face going back to that emotionless potrait that everyone came to know as him. But for a slight moment, what left now was what was best described as a sadistic laugh. His hand that she had placed the electricity in now reached out slowly until it was inches from one of her hands.

"Evil...Sadistic....chaos."

That laugh now ended and that evil grin returned, yes he had found a new friend, he had found what the voices that lived in his mind, had told him was here.

[Guest]

His statement brought up philosophical questions. Was chaos bad? Or was it just chaos, not good bad or anything in between? Screw philosophy. If he saw through evil eyes that was fine. Chaos didn't discriminate. All were Welcome. When she saw him pull all the darkness inside himself. Well. He was more than Welcome. Together what music they could make. Sweet.

And he was reaching for her. Even better. More than look he wanted to touch. She could touch. Her hand reached out. To meet his. Fingertips pressing to fingertips. Palm pressing to palm. Just like he felt with the ball. He'd feel the current under her skin. That electric hum. Stimulating the nerves in his hand. Maybe as far up as his forearm. With a tickling sensitive buzz. That buzz was like a promise. Or maybe an invitation. Come play. So said the current.

So said her smile. Come play. In her free hand she scooped up his fire. Holding it out to him. As she slowly started to stand. She didn't pull her hand away from his And when she rose he'd feel it. The desire in him welling up to do the same. Why wouldn't he want to stand? When that's what she was doing. Stand and feel the connection.

"This chaos," she crooned to him as she stood at her full height. "is Wylie." As she said her name she pulled her hand away to stroke a finger down the center of her chest. To indicate herself. That wild smile curling her blooming lips she reached out. Stroking that same finger down the center of his chest. Her green thicket gaze planting the seed in him. To tell her his name.

[Kyle Sanderson]

He remained there, feeling that buzz of electricity coming through his hand, yes up to his forearm. Those eyes of his, they remained upon her. Dead eyes watching her. Most people would have flinched, cringed, not wanted to look at them, look into them. She did.

Watching as she was now standing, slowly, his free hand moved, once more mimicing her motions and he slide his hand under that ball of electricity lifting it up allowing himself to slowly stand. Slowly coming to his feet, his head tilted once more, those dead eyes fixing on the fire and the electricity.

And what he did next? He moved his hand to her outstretched hand slowly sliding it just above her own. More like against her own hand in a way that caused his hand to slide under his fire, her electricity coming in contact with his fire now. Dead eyes leaving the two as the were in contact, possibly combining. his attention was back onto her face now.

"I..feel the connection"

Finally a sentence left him, and yet he continued to focus his gaze on her face. watching, learning. The voices from his head, they began once more, telling him what he already knew. This was her.

"Wylie....Alex"

The voices had always told him that what was happening right now, was going to happen. They knew, now he knew.

[Guest]

Few could draw a shiver out of a creature like her. None for years. Maybe decades. Maybe even over a century. She lost track of time. What did time matter to chaos when chaos was immortal. But this one. He made her shiver. That. Was delicious.

It was his actions that did it. Where he placed his hand. How he moved his fire to mingle inside her energy. The pair crackling together. And look at that. They were making sparks. A slow wicked smile spread over her lovely lips. She enjoyed that shiver. Like a taste of the tip of something. A hint that the rest would only taste better.

"I do too," she answered him in a private tone. One for his ears only. Her smile a wild gift to him. Her jungle eyes steady on his. She didn't fear his gaze. The look of his stare. Rather she relished it. Full of potential. "Alex."

It was her move next. Wylie lifted her hand upwards. So that her palm pressed against his. His fire and her electricity pressed flat between their touching palms. Smoothly twisting her hand next. So that her fingers could link in between his.

If only she could read minds. She would tell him then, 'yes I am her'. But she couldn't. She didn't know that's what he was thinking. But she was in luck. Because what she wanted would marry well with that. "Come play with me," she whispered softly as she leaned into him. Tilting her head back to look up at him. The fingers that had stroked his chest now stroked at his chin. "Make chaos with me. Among the wild ones."

Yes. Her desire was steady. She had found someone to take to the club with her. And she would make certain he enjoyed himself. Her smile promised him that.

[Kyle Sanderson]

He continued to watch her, continued to feel that connection that was there. A connection that he liked. It was now that his own fingers cllosed enough allowing those fingers to link with hers as well. Those voices that were a constant staple in his head, allowed themselves for the next few moments to sink away, allowing him to her her voice.

"Play...make chaos"

That evil grin once more took control on his face, those voices though having faded into the background, still speaking to himstill making themselves know. But this moment, these moments, those voices let someone else inside, accepted someone else. Accepted her.

"Lets make chaos...together"

Yes, those were the exact words that he had siad, words spoken quietly, privately enough that only she could hear. The hand that was intertwine with her own, there was a bit of a tightness a bit more pressure applied, almost as though letting her know, he understood. But at the same time, allowing the heat from himself, and more so, the darkness that was in him, leaving that hand, surrounding both of their hands, accepting her hand, her electricity.

His face now tilting slightly, drawing her finger up from his chin to his lips. For a moment dead eyes never leaving her throught this whole thing.

"Chaos, you and me"

Spoken as her finger was there on his lips.

[Guest]

Venis had been adjusting to having Alex so close. She was getting used to the new amount of nausea and queasiness. It was this that had her out on her balcony when she felt yet something else new. This was getting disturbing. She turned and went back into her room. When she exited into the hall she looked towards Alex and Kyle's room. Alex had wondered out, his presence wasn't in that room.

But something told her that she should go see how he was doing. So she headed down the stairs. Once she hit the bottom floor, she could feel more than just her son, and more than just a new presence. The presence felt like a God, but that was not the half of it. Her son's flames were pulling at her. She didn't know that they were his, but she knew she could feel them, and it wasn't a fireplace.

So as she neared the lounge she shook her head. She walked over to the open door and leaned against the frame. She watched as this woman interacted with him. It made her smile, though it was a faint smile. This woman was the new God she was feeling, just like she had felt Thor. So that begged one question to be asked. "Alex, baby, can you introduce your new friend to Mommy?" She waited to see what kind of response she got from them both.

[Guest]

Better than a bacchanal. That was Alex. As his shadows closed around her hand he'd feel her electric buzz against him in reply. There was no danger to him. Her electric was strange sensation. But it was also sublime. Especially to a dark one like him. His squeeze she would return it. He would come to the club with her. And she would see what he was capable of. Show him what a night of company with Chaos was like. Her smile. When he tilted his head and her finger landed on his lips. She made a soft exhaled hiss sound. Sly but affectionate. She traced her fingertip across that lip. Tickling it with her electric crackle. "Let's go."

But the third came. One who obviously knew Wylie's new Delight. What she spoke was enough to draw Wylie's gaze.

Nothing from Wylie disclosed god. Or even like god. Especially if what Venis sensed was akin to when she felt Thor. For Wylie was not from the same cloth as he or any other Asgardian. As Brother Hers was always quick to remind her. So perhaps Brother Thor was near sniffing flowers? Or Lenneth the Bore was close by? Or Venis sensed the god of another pantheon who had recently checked in? It was not Wylie.

The reasons she could walk past anyone with godhood disguised were two. She was child of Frost Giant Laufey. Not Asgardian blood. It was Odin's decree that she was his adopted child that made her god. Her abilities and essence were alien in comparison to any other Asgardian. Much to the mountain kingdom's chagrin. Or delight. Depending on the day. Surely Venis could feel the crackle of her electrics. Wylie did not hide that. But her ability to conduct Dark Magicks as Brother Thor called them. It was hers alone and not of Asgard make. Her abilities did not make her god. Her blood did not make her god. Anomoly adopted by the former King of the Norse pantheon, how can one label what defies labeling? So it was. That to all Loki was she only if she wanted it to be known. To Alex she chose to be known as Chaos. For now that was enough.

And the other reason. Wylie walked and lived though her vessel. Such as the vessel that was Donald Blake. A human host. Simply because Brother Thor, Lenneth the Bore or no other Asgardian was willing to dominate their vessel. That didn't mean she wouldn't. After all she had means to protect the vessel that no other Asgardian possessed. The vessel was her mask. No one sees the 'true' form of Loki these days. A cloak. Like when one gazed at Donald Blake Thor was not seen.

Green thicket gaze on Mommy. As she called herself. Wylie couldn't read minds. She did not know of Venis' assumption. So for Wylie there was nothing to deny. There was only what Venis said. Her jungle gaze moved from Venis to Alex. Wondering how the grown man who shared his fire and shadows with her would take to being talked to like a child. Flashing her Delight a cheshire grin. "You and me." She agreed with Alex. "Together. Tonight."

In other words. This was their night if Alex chose to leave with her. Or he could remain with Mommy. The choice was his. No matter what choice he selected he could introduce her. If he wanted. As Venis asked Alex to do so she would not introduce herself.

[Kyle Sanderson]

There was a familar voice, one that instantly brought the voices in his head back. "Ignore her." Was all they spoke to him, was all they told him to do, and he did as those voices that have guided him for so many years have told him to do. So dead eyes of his remained on Wylie, never once did they go to Venis, go to mommy. The voices told him not to look at her, the voices told him. But it was his will, that told him to choose who he just did.

"Together tonight...you and me."

Evil in his grin also gave way to what some people might consider even worse then pure evil. That evil grin of his it was now gone, replaced with a grin that was discribed in one word. Sadistic.

Yes he had made his choice as to who he belonged to. And that finger that she traced upon his lip. He made his choice to her known when that finger was met with a single kiss. The buzz of electricity he felt, combined with his fire, his darkness. It was a wonderful mix indeed. But now he sensed something else, something he craved..something else at this moment he craved.

His head slowly turned to look into Venis's direction, once more those voices spoke to him. "Darkness, is darkness. Crave the darkness." The reason for that head turn, she cast a shadow, what did Alex do? It was a quick draw, fast enough that only one other person could see what he did. The person he choose to allow to see it. Wylie.

What she would have seen, was the shadows the Venis cast when she entered the longue they were now gone. Having been drawn to Alex, consummed by Alex, now his own. Now their own. And now the voices told him one last thing to do. And once again his head turned slowly towards Venis, making sure she could see those dead eyes of his. One single phrase directed at her now.

"J'ai aimé. J'ai souffert. Maintenant, je déteste."

One single phrase said to her, followed by that evil, sadistic laugh of his, and his head slowly once more turned back to Wylie. Yes, he had made his choice, he had made his choice.

[Guest]

Had Venis vocalized her feelings the way she expressed them to herself, someone may have misunderstood her. When she said she felt the new presence like she had felt Thor, it was meant as the new presence seemed to just poof into existence. Thor had just poofed into existence. It had been her previous experience that it was usually God's who poofed into existence like that. And given this being reeked of power, it made sense to her that this being was a God. That was also why she didn't vocalize her feelings, she had been wrong before, rarely, but it happened.

This being said, no, she did not notice Alex pulling her shadow into himself. She rarely noticed her own shadow. She did though, watch the electrically charged fireball. It was quite lovely. But it did not cause shadows in the room, that she did notice. And it was that which made her take notice of the absence of her own shadow. A curious thing that she was going to have to discuss with Alex's brothers. Though, she still had not figured out that the shadows were gone because Alex had consumed them.

Venis' flames were reacting rather strangely to Alex's, which she still did not know were his, for all Venis knew, they could have been hers, the woman with her son. The flames from within her flickered to life without any thought from Venis. It was almost as if they had a mind of their own. Which of course was absurd. But there they danced, upon her fingers. She had not gotten upset, nor had she turned them on.

She moved her hands out away from her clothing and the walls and door frame. It wouldn't do for her to start a fire. She looked at the flames, not even her flames were casting a shadow. This made her curious. She heard Alex say he was going to go, with his new friend, somewhere tonight. She watched as her flames danced and she could feel them trying to pull the other fire to them. This was rather unusual for her. But it didn't take a genius {never mind her IQ} to figure out that This was because the flames had to belong to Alex.

That told Venis a thing or two. Because now she was choosing to listen to the flames. Yes, they spoke to her. What she heard was not all nice, but she could deal with it. She brought her fingers to her lips and kissed them. Then she laid her hand out flat before her and blew upon those fingers of flames. The simple motion of a mother blowing her son a kiss. And as she did, one small ball of flame flew fourth from her hand to land upon his cheek. It should absorb right into him upon landing there.

Her beloved son did turn and speak to her, though it was not the words she wanted to hear. He said that he had loved. and that he had suffered, and that now he hated. A small sigh left Venis as she closed her hands into fists extinguishing her flames, then opened her hands once again. He had chosen to address her in her native tongue, a fact that few knew, but her son did. So she chose to respond in kind. After all, if he spoke it, he would understand it, right?

"Je suis désolé que vous ayez souffert le fils. Nous pouvons parler de lui plus tard. Pour maintenant, aller avoir l'amusement avec votre ami. Quand vous revenez, je partagerai avec toi les nouvelles que j'ai de votre soeur, Krystal." She knew Alex loved his sister, so he would of course want to know if she had found her again after her mysterious disappearance from this very Inn. It had been something that no one had spoke of, Venis didn't know why. But there had been a lead in Venis' investigation, and she would keep her other children informed of it.

With that said and done, there was one thing left for Venis to do. She should introduce herself to the other. "Sorry about that, hi, I'm Venis, Alex's mother. And you are?" She smiled as she looked towards the woman now. She had no malice towards any part of the situation, not even the woman who seemed to do what Venis herself had not done yet, and that was cause a reaction from Alex. but Venis had patience, and his words did not carry the sting that could have been intended by them. After all, Alex's brother had said basically the same thing to her just months previous, as had his sister. So Venis' kids were mad at her, and they said they hated her. When it came down to it in the end, she loved her children and they loved her. That was all that mattered.

((I am sorry you have suffered son. We can talk about it later. For now, go and have fun with your friend. When you get back, I will share with you the news I have of your sister, Krystal.))

[Kyle Sanderson]

Those eyes of his, that had found their way back Wylie, They remained on her, watching her. Seemingly ignoring everything that was spoken by Venis. The voices that were now dancing in his head had corrupted his mind once again. And he liked what they were telling him. That was shown to her by that grin that once more formed over his face.

What was going through that mind of his. It depended on who it was, that it was directed at. And right now what was about to be said wasn't going to be directed at Wylie, but to Venis. If Wylie noticed though those dead eyes of his, seemingly grew a bit darker now, the darkness beginning to filter into those eyes now.

Those eyes of his, those normally dead eyes of his at this moment had turned a shade of black. Once again his head turned slowly to Venis, looking at her, studying her, or was he lining her up. There though seemed to be something different at that moment about him, something sadistic that was boiling to the surface right now. It was that darkness taking over..and he embraced it.

"You don't know suffering. You don't know torrment. You don't know pain. You don't know hate. You will never know, what exactly the suffering, the pain..the hate..the voices...the darkness has given me."

As he spoke those last two words, his head had turned to look at Wylie and then to their hands which were still intertwined together. And then back to her green eyes. The darkness that was in his own eyes fading out now, returning the deadness back into his eyes.

"Club...chaos"

Yes that darkness began to release from him now, but for a reason, for a purpose. That darkness, now slithered out onto the floor not too far away from them, beginning to lift up into the air now surrounding them, just a bit. Those dead eyes of his remained on Wylie, watching her.

"Chaos and darkness, fun for us."

Oh yes for Wylie and Alex, the fun was about to begin, he seen that in that smile she had shown him. And he ate it up, he was eating up the buzz, the electricity from her touch, those voices allowed him to begin to become..addicted.

[Guest]

Domestic disputes. She knew the taste of them. Did she not have her own? She and Brother Thor were so often not of one mind. To her such disputes were commonplace. Not worth careful attention. If only she knew this was the mouse who slipped into Asgard. Then Wylie would be paying a different kind of attention to this unfolding tale. But sadly no. So her focus was on her new Delight. Watching him deal with Mommy.

But first. The finger he kissed. She pressed it to his lips. Returning the pressure. Then drew her finger away. To trace that same fingertip over her bottom lip. Spreading his kiss there. Her green thicket gaze fixed on his. With that smile of deviant promises. When she looked elsewhere it was to Venis. Almost. Wylie's eyes were following the shifts in Alex's energy. And she watched him do his trick again. Eating the shadows. It begged a question that she must ask him later. Whatever did he do with those tasty shadows once they were eaten?

Mother and Son. They said words. Wylie was focused on their actions. The fireplay. Mother as well as son. She drank the knowledge of it. Until her Delight's eyes were hers again. Jungle gaze complied. Meeting him eyes to eyes. When his eyes darkened he'd see her lips reply. A slow, curving smile. Sly. Approving. Where those the shadows he stole from Mommy? So many question. There would be time. Tonight was the beginning.

"Amusements infinite," she crooned in reply. She did as he'd done. Apply pressure to the hand hers was holding. With the squeeze came a heightened current. Like a shock but smoother. Tantalizing. Her eyes on his eyes. "We will travel the wires to get there." Like electricity. So much faster that way. She would take him with her for her kind of travel. He might enjoy it. Such speed. Such buzzing current. It would run through him like water down a fall while propelling him forward.

But first. Mommy. Green thicket gaze turned back to her there near the door. Her reply was short and sweet. "Wylie." Offered with a crafty smile. The name suited. And no surname. What need for it? She was a singer tonight. Like Madonna. Prince. Sting. Wylie. "He will come back in one piece." What shape that piece would be in. Only the night's delights could tell.

We go. The words there in Alex's mind. Then a flicker of light. Like a lightbulb's burst. The lightbulbs that burst were them. Wylie and Alex. No more than electricity. Riding the wires to the club. Where they would sow their chaos. And reap the rewards.

[Kyle Sanderson]

He hadn't said anything else to Venis. His eyes had remained gazing into Wylie's green eyes. Watching her, watching the interaction that had been taking place between her and Venis. Himself, he had said everything he needed to say to his mommy. Now he just listened to their interaction. Only after seeing what Wylie did with her finger, it only went to allow another evil grin of his to form.

Eyes now looked to his mother, letting her see that they had gone back to those dead eyes that most had becomed so accustommed too. Only to turn his head back to Wylie when her voice was heard inside his head once more. Another smirk now formed upon his face, with a slow nod of his head.

But first, he moved one of those hands of his out, moving it to her own face. That hand coming to rest slowly upon her cheek. In a way showing Venis, who he was with now. But in all reality did it matter that he had went through with that motion. Both of them by now, knew exactly who's he was now.

"We go"

Mimicing what she had put in his head, with his own voice, still just watching her as they became, electricity

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