Chapter 43 - A Bright Memory
I came back, incidentally, not a day later, but two days after. Kara and Lila were still in the cube, but sat back to back in the center instead of being split into the corners of the container. They were not at odds with each other so the orbs did not activate to separate them. Tarne was not around, possibly learning ways to make silence feel even better.
I walked into the cube with a smile, but found myself slowing down as I got closer to the two women housed in a room to settle their differences. They were both hitting the ground beside them, hands sore and bruised. I stopped, but it was too late, they stood up and lunged at me. With both of them pushing, they forced me to the wall of the cube and used me as the key to exit as well. It was a well-orchestrated plan, for a bunch of rubes.
“Sorry,” I said, then put one hand each on their respective sides to send them flying back into the cube. “I came here to get you guys out, but that wasn’t very nice.”
“Let us out,” Lila said, then twitched back into a pacified state until she punched the wall of the cube to center herself.
“Did you settle the matter?” I asked. “I don’t want you guys fighting.”
“A common enemy helps any past conflict,” Kara said.
“I’m the enemy?” I asked, as Kara punched the wall to center her mind. “I didn’t mean to be. Here.” I waved a hand to dissipate the purple-glowing white thorn earrings from their ears. I watched as their anger subsided for a moment, then returned multiplied.
“That fixes nothing,” Kara said. Next, I faded the cube, and shifted all three of us to the library where to no surprise Tarne was masturbating on the couch, fully clothed, with one hand down her sweatpants and another under her shirt. Kara and Lila watched with me as she undulated her hips for another moment, and sighed to a stop of a restrained orgasm.
“See?” I asked, making Tarne turn to us in shock, then blush full red. In an instant, her hands slipped out from under the clothing, and she lowered her head in what felt like shame.
“See what?” Lila asked. “There is no shame in this. She should not be feeling embarrassed that she was able to reach a climax.”
“I concede,” Kara said. “She’s clothed, made it quiet, and is genuinely ok with keeping it private, though she did do it on the couch this time in a wide open space.”
“I didn’t know— that… you’d be here,” Tarne said. Lila came up and arm hugged her on the couch.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” she said. “There is no shame in feeling good. If the wearing of clothes and general lowering of volume appeases the restrained mental capacity of some, there should be no need to feel bad about the rest.” Tarne raised her head, still flushed, but smiling.
“I’m glad this worked out,” I said.
“Oh, you're not off the hook yet,” Kara said. “Pacify me? You dare pacify me with the white thorn crap?” I put my hands up in defense.
“Sorry,” I said. “You two seemed pretty heated, fighting like that. I’d much rather see you heated in a different setting.” I said, and put a hand over my mouth realizing beast chimed in there at the end.
“Uh-huh,” Kara said, and narrowed her eyes.
“Nice,” Lila said, flashing me a thumbs-up on her other hand. “Speaking of, Kay, wanna?” Kara turned to her, and motioned to Tarne silently. “OH! Right. Go on,Tarne, while we go enjoy ourselves. Ok?”
“Ok,” Tarne said, and walked off toward the garden. I remained with the two of them for a moment, beast keeping me rooted in place until Tarne whistled at the door to the garden with a look back as if she was calling a dog. To my surprise, beast followed the call, taking me along. With the last glance back, I saw Lila’s hand grip Kara’s buttock hungrily while they embraced and kissed.
Now in the garden, I followed Tarne without a word. She looked back every few steps to make sure I was still following, but I had no idea what she had in mind. She stopped beside the tree with a mouth, Brancher Delflora. In this safety version, the patterns grown by using branches were structured like buildings. A part of the tree was grown into a staircase up to a treehouse-like room at the top. Within, some branches formed chairs at command.
“Ok, beast,” Tarne said. “Or, Jack, I guess— Sorry. Can you hand it over to beast?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Come on, just for a bit? Don’t worry. Here, let him follow this.” She unzipped her sweatshirt to show her breasts. I felt beast skip out of his cage, and I extended a hand to wear him like a cloak. Tarne slipped the hoodie off entirely, now only wearing sweatpants. Before I had a say in it, I was at her waist, pulling down the soft fabric to expose her.
There were no eyes around us, just lush green and branches. The room was see-through, but the outside green isolated us from view. I felt my mouth salivate, and went in to taste her, but she held back my face.
“Here,” she said, motioning to the two branch woven chairs in the room. “Sit with me. I’ll show you something cool.” I growled at the tease, but disrobed and sat on the living wood furniture. I looked to her, still hungry under beast influence until I felt something poke me underneath. I shifted, but there it was again. The third time it happened, I did not get enough time to shift, as the living wood entered my anal cavity with a shock. In an instant, I was hard as stone.
I looked over to Tarne who was equally penetrated with two branches growing thicker inside her sliding further. Other branches wove around her, coiling around her body and creating lacy patterns over her skin and breasts. The branches of my chair were equally weaving around me and still expanding inside me until I felt full, including the urethra of the penis. In that instant, I felt strangely at peace, as if I became part of nature. I looked over at Tarne who was now an art piece, but the branch inside her vagina was shifting in and out repeatedly.
“The— the plant has a low— low telepathic field!” She burst out. “It reads what you want, and makes it happen. Try it out.” I thought of something to instead put my penis into, and so a soft sticky sap trap appeared to encase my erection. While I wanted to enjoy this, I had to go to work, and so I stepped out of my body, leaving beast behind in the chair.
“Don’t do too much damage,” I said, and exited without beast inside me.
break
I came back after an arduous weekend of stewing in heat within the confines of my room. I had no air conditioning, relying on fans for keeping the air moving. Had I spent the days outside, I would be less tortured by this heat. Had I not remained on my computer the whole time, it would have also been cooler. The suffering was self-orchestrated. If only there was somewhere I could go to write, I would have done so. Time was better spent siphoning the giant tank of stories stuck in my head.
I entered the library with the hopes that the three girls had figured out a balance to their life in untethered space, if there was still a space for them to figure stuff out. I equally dreaded and expected to enter one of these days to find either wreckage of the library, or nothing there at all. It would be a sad day, but a time to move on from this at last. I was stagnated in seeking to have someone that was always available to talk to, perhaps as a figment of my imagination. What could stop me from doing this again if I was already lost?
The library was empty. The garden I went to check next was quiet. I did not call names out, instead deciding to check upstairs. To my disappointment, all the rooms were empty. The ballroom above was equally hollow. I was starting to believe they were actually in the garden, only keeping quiet until a knock on the ceiling lifted my vision to the round windows in the ceiling of the ballroom. There was no light out there to cast into the room, only darkness, and Lila’s face. I stepped into the air, feeling free and light until I passed through the ceiling, realizing I was passing right through Kara’s midsection.
“Sorry,” I said, beast building saliva in my mouth.
“All good,” Kara said.
“Lay down with us,” Lila said, spreading out on the roof tiles between Kara and Tarne. This left no space for me beside her, so I just sat down beside Tarne and spread out on the roof tiles like the others. I tilted my head toward Tarne, and found her looking at me with a smile. I smiled back.
“So what are we doing up here?” I asked.
“Just laying down,” Lila said. I waited for more, but nothing followed.
“Should we… make a night sky over us?” I asked, looking toward Lila and Tarne. “It would feel nice to think of the lives being led out there as we just remain here.” Kara scoffed.
“This space is full of building blocks of life,” Kara said. “There are no lives being led out here, just leeches and great offenders of balance.” I pointed my hand up, index and pinky finger out to the darkness. I looked to Tarne, who put a hand up with the same shape. Lila followed suit.
“And a one, two,...” I gathered creationism in my heart to a moment from my reality, under the stars with a star that shone brighter than any in the sky above. The feeling traveled hot through my veins to my arm, and into a spark holding pattern between my fingers. On three, we released our memories into the darkness above.
Mine exploded first, bathing the darkness in blue of the night sky with stars dazzling up the expanse. The next one struck in the night sky with a firework of universes that dazzled with light, fading into the darkness of the night above. Tarne’s memory burst in a shroud of darkness, flitting like cloth just over us, making the light of Lila’s universe explosions less intense. Once the universeworks ended, the shroud dropped over us and gradually vanished to the night sky of stars.
I felt a hand on mine, and looked over to Tarne, but she was on the other side. I shifted my vision slowly to the other side, expecting the worst of another void leech trying to become me, but found someone from the very memory I exploded above us.
“Hey, Jack,” Amanda said. I wanted to scream in panic, but only held her hand tighter, while welling tears in my own reality. I was still stuck there, through no fault of hers. It was a memory. Any time I looked at the stars, I would see that memory. She was ageless, eternal, unchanging in that moment in time. I smiled through my tears. “Again thought taken, as it often is when love is concerned. It is of Mercy born, hoping for return of those feelings. Unending in Attributes put before the thoughts, seeing only the fair. They are taken and torn from the heart, as it tears itself apart. Never such serene a form, as often it is said of outside beauty, Did grace our vision bright. The star is there for you in the distance, And it endlessly lights the darkest night.” I looked over to her one last time before she turned into a sparkle and ascended into the night sky memory as one of the multitudes of stars visible.
“Who was that?” Tarne asked.
“Part of this memory,” I said. “A fond part of it. Again, thought taken, of Mercy born. Unending in Attributes, taken and torn. Never such serene a form, Did grace our vision bright, And endlessly lit the darkest night. It’s a little poem I wrote once. It inspired this whole thing I guess. I can honestly accredit my broken mind to it, but also the healing. In the end, it’s the reason I’m still alive. Not to hold hope in being with the star, but in knowing that the star, a person I want to be with, exists within this world, even if it’s not that person I once knew.”
“Huh,” Kara said. “So she rejected you.”
“Kara!” Lila exclaimed.
“No, no, it’s ok,” I replied smiling. “Yeah. That happened. It doesn’t stop her being a part of this memory. Anyways I’ve got to get going. Work beckons.” Lila held my hand.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
“Yeah, don’t worry,” I smiled, then fell through the ceiling and vaporized before I hit the ground to exit.
break
I came back the next day, entering the library through the room on the bottom of the spiral staircase in the middle. It was where my creationism felt strongest, where the seed of thought resided. I had to wonder if my reality core had a limit, or if it could stretch to allow creationism in this space I did not belong. Nobody belonged here. That was why the Rahin and the Keir used it as a prison, or a rehabilitation of corrupted things. Maybe Lila ended up here under different circumstances, otherwise she would just be a void leech, like the one we had the misfortune to meet.
“Hey,” I heard, as I ascended the staircase. Lila sat on the desk with a book in her hand.
“Hey,” I replied. “What are you reading?”
“Just re-reading Finnelgamin,” she said, closing the book on her finger. “Kara doesn’t like it. She says you view space as too sexual of a place. It doesn’t bother me though. Any chance I can read about ‘her’ next?” A shot of Rebecca appeared in my mind, smiling. Lila closed the book, and set it down beside her on the desk.
“I’m not sure you should,” I said, setting myself down on the couch. “When I showed Rebecca the Finnelgamin story, she wanted to help him, which led to her forming an alliance against me. Granted, it was for my own good, but I think it would just complicate things further. Not to mention the story mentions Kara and James pretty heavily. I’m sure you don’t want to hear about your girlfriend’s ex and the sex they’ve had.” I looked up to Lila, who was blushing with an excited look.
“Damn straight I do,” she said. “You know, I’ve been trying to get her to allow the use of a strap-on on her, but she prefers to wear it for me instead. She’s got a very male personality, if you haven’t noticed.” I shifted to lay down on the couch, and Lila came by to sit. I was going to move, but she lifted my legs, and sat down underneath them. I slowly lowered them over her thighs to rest. I could just read Rebecca with her along for the ride like I did before.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t much rather I give you an idea to run into a whole series of books?” I asked. “I have a whole list of those, and it’s unlikely I’ll get to all of them.” Lila met my eyes for a moment, and I knew she would rather read about Rebecca. I was hesitant to bring it all up again, not that I finally got past the abandonment and destruction of everything I built for her. I thought back to the times Rebecca and beast interacted, and felt a rise right under Lila’s arm. She glanced at me, and I glanced at her arm, then back to her.
With a little pressure, and repeated motion of her arm, Lila summoned beast out of his cage. I extended a hand to wear him as my cloak of desire. I did not dare move as Lila’s arm rubbed against my erection. She was in charge of it, and the director of this act. I wanted to take over, lay her back down on the protrusion, have it tease her triangle vagina before bursting in, but I held myself still. Her eyes never shifted from mine, all until the crest of a wave in the storm sailed the rock back underneath the waves.
Lila’s eyes closed for a moment, and she shifted her back against the couch cushions for a brief minute. I watched her sigh gently at each return to rest, then gasp on the slide up, and settle back underneath my legs with a smile. I smiled back, returning the cloak of desire to the coat rack inside the cage.
“I like that you’re so easy to convince into it,” Lila said. “With Kara, it’s like she needs everything to be arranged correctly or she can’t enjoy herself. I get it, having a child, worrying about things. How do you keep—- so fluid, I guess?”
“Fluid?” I asked. “I just have my desire divided out. It took me a while to get along with it, but beast is now easier to appease. Maybe it’s because we’re getting older. At a younger age, it’s harder to call your feelings desires, even harder to actually name them. It’s most often bundled together with rage and passion. Those two I haven’t been able to approach just yet. I’d love to find a place I can rage out to finally make peace with my rage, but it’s hard to do in a city full of people.”
“A city full of people, huh?” Lila said. “I bet some of them are monsters just like you.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Now imagine rage interacting with other rage,” I said. “The city is a smorgasbord of anger interacting with anger, and some relaxed people get caught up in it. It’s not a place to make peace with rage, and it’s stifling for passion.”
“So move,” Lila said. “Go somewhere you can rage out and passion-out? Maybe passion-cum. Passion-effervesce. Yeah, that one works. It comes out like sweat, but evaporates into sparkles.”
“I’d love to move,” I said. “But it’s a big change, in work and in living. It needs to be figured out beforehand.”
“So start thinking about it,” she said, then lifted my legs, and stood up from the couch. “And give me Rebecca to read so I can understand you more. I’d love to know you more, and the Kara thing is just an added bonus.” Lila twirled in place, losing her clothing for a moment of nudity, then donned a green sundress with vines weaving through it. The vines had leaves sticking out at various spots, curled in a very orchid-like shape of Kara’s female anatomy.
“Alright,” I said. “I’ll give you Rebecca, but take your time with it, ok? I don’t expect you to have it read when I come back tomorrow.” I put a finger to my forehead and recalled the sequel to Finnelgamin, procuring it in physical form inside the creationism allowances of the untethered space. Lila smiled when I handed over the book, and dashed off into the garden to find a spot to read. I sat up on the couch, and sank into it as a portal out of the space.
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