DRAFTS Mystical Tantra

Chapter 13

(DRAFT FOR LEE TO READ)

"Ahhhhhhhrw! Wraaaaahhhhr" 

Mc yawned dramatically the second he regained conciousness. He would have stretched like a cat too if his limbs had any strenght but they felt like they weren't made from flesh. Instead they were filled with lead and stones. So heavy that they made him wonder if he reincarnated into a statue. He sleepily hoped that he was a good looking statue but the way he lay flat on his back with both hands folded together on his lap resembled the ones made to honor graves. Then he comptemplated if he maybe was in a coffin when he realized that something cool and thin was between his fingers. What kind of flowers did his family give him? Finally, he raised his heavy lids the slightest bit to check. 

They were a tad blurry from the tears that gather naturally when yawning hard but didn't take long to gain focus. His death bundle was the glossy wine glass, full of sunset colored liquid. 'Flowers couldn't compare anyways.' He thought. Then he saw the pale, comfortably cool hand that was enclosed around his two own. 'And the glass can't compare to that..' His brain took a few seconds more to wake up before his fear woke up too. That was obviously the spirits hand. It helped him hold the wine upright while he was asleep. His fingers twitched weakly but it held on tighter as a soft response.

"You look a bit funny when waking up." He heard its deep chuckle coming from next to him and slowly turned his head left to take a look. Its shining eyes were on him as if it had been staring for hours, purple luster flickering while scanning his face. "You were passed out for 4 days, hopefully you can entertain me now that you're awake. Though i must say just looking at you already is the highlight of my life." It was laying on its back, touching their shoulders together. Its voice and body language lazy and calm, smile dazzling and lips purple. Mc decided he was still asleep and closed his eyes again, planning to dream of something more realistic next.

"Hey! Don't go back to sleep." It laughed while leaning over to lick a tear that had stopped on its way down his cheek. "See if I don't eat you when you let your guard down." That made Mc stare at him in panic. The light in the room was a bit dim as if night just ended or was about to begin but that did nothing to make the spirit less enchanting. The low light even made its shining eyes stand out more. When it tasted his tear the purple glow got more intense, reflecting slightly in the silky long hair. Mc saw its pale, broad shoulders and knew that it still wasn't wearing clothes. He caught sight of its free hand holding the book that his sister got for him a few years ago, probably taken out of his backpack. It was opened and read almost halfway, pages hiding the others lap. It wasn't big enough to hide the light abdominal muscles or long legs though. Mc wanted to ask about it but his throat felt so dry and perched that no sound came out.

"Did I make you speechless?" It joked while closing the book. Mc quickly looked back into its eyes at the movement. The wine glass was brought to his lips by their shared grip before he was forced to drink. Maybe he was just that thirsty but it seemed to taste even better than before. Tongue blessed, throat blessed, stomach blessed, eyes blessed. They looked deeply at one another as he took mutiple greedy gulps. 'Speechless? Who wouldn't be upon seeing you?' He thought but would never say out loud. Looking at it really was similiar to being hypnotized. Nothing swirled or flew in quick circles, it was just too beautiful to look away. Like seeing a rare fish reflecting underwater, you know it will be gone once you blink. Naturally one would want to catch it, lock it in a tank and keep it forever.

After he drank half of the liquid, the spirit put the glass back down in his lap to let him hold it by himself to switch positions. It lay down on its side, movement causing its hair to flow down its shoulders and land in the little space between them. It was more comfortable to stare at him like this and when it reached out its hand again to help him hold it upright, it was almost like it was hugging his waist. "Tell me if you want more and I'll make it for you. Thanks to you, I also found my father. There's still some left, i thought we could share him." It's smile was breathtaking and contagious. Mc felt a lot better after drinking the wine but kept getting distracted by the cooling touch of its hand. The way the strands fell down also pulled his attention to the others collarbones and slim, strong waist. It looked pretty good lying down. He didn't dare look further down, blushing alone at the thought as he tried to instead think about what happened. After drunkenly arguing with the spirit, the rest of the night was like a empty slot.