The Gemini: Emancipation

8 - Unfurl

May 1994

This skin isn't his, but he's touching it. This mouth doesn't belong to him, but his lustful lips are conquering it anyway. After months of flirting temptation and almosts, his primal nature convinced him to take a thing that he knows he doesn't need. But he wants. And hell if he knows why.

Is it anger? Jealousy? Or is it just that this creature currently in his hold is too pretty to not have under his control?

It's impulse. That same urge that's visited him many times before now, but he was strong enough to withstand it. And hell if he knows why it's different now. What magical lure does this Latin Barbie possess? Or is he simply a fool?

Her innocent lips, their red paint is smudging all over him. Her hair, soft and smooth. Its style change was orchestrated by him. It bore too much of a resemblance to Jody's. Originally that copycat play was a spite move and it ended up biting him back. So he made this little Barbie cut her bangs to an angled point.

The alteration did nothing to alter his guilt.

He kept going now anyway and, though slightly timid, Arabia's eager to explore.

He sat lounged, feeling like a god as she crawled for him. His sights drank it all in. That is until they began to play tricks on him. Watching her go down, he no longer saw her face, but that of another. Carmen. Like some sort of android, Arabia's eyes shine in a burning bright blue glow.

Startled and disturbed, he blinks the image away. Upon reopening he saw another distortion. A different muse, and again, and again. Each of them different temptations of a not so distant past. He put his hands over his face. His body that once was relaxed began tensing.

"What's wrong?" Arabia questioned.

"Turn out the lights." He instructed.

She got up and did so. When she returned it was right back to business.

This new darkness doesn't sway the trippy feeling that's quickly cloaking over him. Something indescribable. Accompanying it is a numbness that he hasn't felt in a long while. Then suddenly his head got dizzy as his pulse began to race. He didn't mean to push Arabia away, but he had to stand.

"I'll be back." he informed quickly, hardly audible.

To the bathroom he goes, closing himself off inside.

Sink water on, he washed his hands thoroughly twice for the sake of distraction. He needed to advert his mind. Head up, looking in the mirror, what he saw standing behind himself made his spirit want to separate from his flesh.

"So you do know how to fuck up without me."

A knock sounded on the door, dragging Roger's focus away from his alter. On the other side of the wood, Arabia checked on him once more. He gave no response.

"Question."

At Gemini's speaking, Roger snapped attention back on his reflection. He's moved in closer.

"Who you gon' blame this on?"

Knuckles rapped lightly again. Gemini rolled his eyes.

"That one's mighty desperate, ain't she?"

"If you changed your mind, I guess I understand -- but if it's something I did..."

"Ooh and she begs."

Roger irritated.

Crossing arms over his chest, Gemini's foot tapped soundlessly against the tiled floor.