Magic, general craziness, spaghetti spewing conversations. Also, everyone is depressed and feeling blue. Great place to start a story about growing up, hm?
If you're fond of Human AUs, University AUs, Housemates AUs, Fantasy & Supernatural this migh...
I have already milked out the metaphor of colour theory, and I was wondering if there was yet another metaphor I could explore. The answer: Music! So this chapter is the result of that crazy idea.
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The comfort one feels when the world spins according to one's whim is sublime in its narcissistic sense of self-comfort. Dorian stretched himself luxuriantly in the back seat of Mura and Muri's car, idly watching the two vehicles behind him, carrying four individuals whose threads of fate he was particularly keen to hold in one hand. The beams of light from their headlights fell in circles on to the back windshield, and Dorian smiled, knowing it was he who dragged them to their doom in lines of light that cut through the darkness. Like a fishing line that carves out the insides of a salmon swimming upstream to breed. Like a rabbit that follows the delicious scent of grub into the hungry steel jaws of a trap. Like a tired moth that wanders mesmerised to the heat of a spluttering firecracker. Like an albatross sucked into the engine of an airplane cutting across its migration route.
He lazily turned to let his eyes flick over Mura and Muri sitting tense in the front of the old Bentley that hummed as it skimmed over the smooth tarmac. He noticed Mura's knuckles grow white as he fingers gripped the gear shift. He noted Muri's pink nails tap restlessly against her chin. He smirked at their constant looks over shoulders.
"So... you got me alone in your car, defenceless. What you gonna do? Make me talk? Keep wishing. Make me turn a new leaf? Gotta try harder. Do me in? You're killing me with boredom, if that's your plan, it's workin', sweethearts."
Muri sighed, and angled backwords to hold Dorian's defiant gaze. When she talked, it was in their own tongue from the dimension across the void. "We aren't going to do anything to you. It would destroy the balance further, as if you haven't done enough to cause irreparable damage."
Dorian scoffed.
"Laugh if you must." Muri slumps against the head rest. She continues in a near whisper. "You see the world as a simple chess board with rules that you can bend to your word with the Blue Energy of Dhooka you've harnessed. But the grid on the board must be made up of squares, each piece must move in its own path by the book, the player must wait for their turn alternatingly. The world flows with both chaos and order, it is up to us and every other living creature capable of higher thought to form our symphony of order out of the chaos."
The last notes of her voice diffuse into the air they breathe.
"Oh, dear sweet naïve Muri, so by the book. Playing by the rules, with complete faith in how things have been must be, and will always be. I will make my own path, thank you very much, by whatever means I choose."
"What you do for yourself is your own concern. But not at the expense of other's wellbeing," said Mura, not giving Dorian the curtesy of looking at him. "You have meddled with their lives to a degree that makes me fear of great consequences that would alter the very fabric of nature"
