AU dream holy shit.
We're in Japan right now and I had this dream upon trying to fall asleep at 6 am. I was amusing myself with the idea of an AU for Colleen and Lale as usual.
The dream was based on the AU I've been cooking up. Lale is a demon and Colleen an angel who's been recently trapped in hell. He rescues her immediately upon her fall and tells her she's now in his protection. She is no longer able to return to Heaven, and is completely distraught. With nowhere else to turn, she follows Lale home.
He explains to her candidly that she is his property, and that he wants her body and angelic blood, but she is terrified of him. He spends nearly ten years gently seducing her until she finally caves and succumbs. The seduction included constantly touching her with no penetration, tentacles, verbal seduction, romantic, gifts, and emotional consolation. She is so perplexed because he can be cruel and domineering with the demons in his brood, yet with her, he's a totally different person. She falls for him eventually and transforms into a demon, too.
When she asks him why he was always so gentle with her, he explains that they used to be lovers.
The dream is based on this backstory.
The reason why Colleen is an angel with no memory of her human life and Lale is a demon of decent rank--Colleen was murdered, and Lale murders her murderer before committing suicide. His crime translates into a sin, so he went straight to hell.
The dream began with Colleen and Lale meeting as older teenagers, likely in university. Lale is an orphan due to Lucifael and Ybrham being killed when he was younger; Colleen is abused.
She wore a beige knit dress and followed the sound of music down the halls of Hart house to a quiet, dark room. In the room was Lale at the piano, composing a mournful song. She strikes up conversation with him and slowly, they fall in love.
I saw them in a blur. Wandering a subway hand in hand. Kissing on a balcony with moonlight streaming in the background. Lale curled with her scarred body in the safe enclave of his arms, stroking his fingers down her bruised arms, taking her away from her family so they could make one of their own.
The dream came back in definition when Colleen's murderer came into view. It was Alistair. He followed Colleen through a crowd in the streets of Japan, the environment likely due to me being in Japan. I watched him stalk her like an excellent predator. I think he was her coworker and she stirred his feelings, a novel and unwelcome sensation for a sociopath. I watched him walk so close to her that he could breathe down her shoulder. It was a rainy day so he had his hoodie on and she was under an umbrella, not noticing him in the crowd. At an opportune moment, he swiped a lock of her hair, snipping it and holding it in his fist as she walked away. I saw him raise it to his nose, take a deep sniff, his fine nostrils flaring. His flat, cold gray eyes crinkled into a wicked smile, and he looked right at me.
The next scene was a rainy alley. Yoshua in a raincoat, screaming. Colleen's head laid upon her naked body, decapitated, bleeding. She'd been raped and the murder violent. Yoshua's scream ran in my ears, on and on and on.
After that, Lale. Standing on a balcony overlooking a city devoid of colour. His eyes are black with weeping, and he smokes with a slowness I've never seen before.
Behind him is Alistair's apartment. I hear his wheezing. Alistair has been nailed to his wall, split open from belly to neck. His organs lay outside of him Blood Eagle style. He is still alive, watching Lale but unable to speak because either his tongue or throat has been slit. He bleeds profusely from the mouth. Lale stands on the balcony until nightfall, until Alistair finally dies.
Then, he hoists himself to the edge, and throws himself over.
The dream ended here because we had to wake up for the day, but God, if that wasn't a chilling dream.
