Midwinter's night dream (malach + open)

[Zacharias Grimm]

Surely this was fantasy program created by god, for it must have been virtual and fake for no reality could present this. In a small room with only one candle sitting on a table beside twe bowls one filled with water and a small bone resembling a spinal cord the other filled with water reflection showing the real world but through the eyes of the bug.
Standing alone in the light of the candle barely illuminating the air past his hair, he looked into the bowls of water as the magic man took him to the apocalyptica. the moon was high in the air causing al the reflective objects to shimmer. Zacharias was curious as to what was going on and why. “sir I mean magic man why have you been so kind?” the boy asked as if he was questioning if all this was real with a doubt as if it wasn’t, till now he had only known of compensation. The wolves gave him a first aid only because he returned their pup, the demon only gave him a gift for a compensation of playing the devils trill for.
The floor at the boys feet seemed to have heart beat. It could be heard throughout the small dark room. And it even seemed as if he was being shaken every time he heard a beat.
The apocalyptica is the place where music and art flourished as a district, if only the boy could play his violin.
“do you have a name I can call you by? ” he said to the dark ceiling expecting the magic man to hear him. The boy wanted to know who this magic man was where he came from and to know this was not just a midwinter night dream. It was strange finally being inside the bug , the room was dark but pure in a way. There was nothing tainting the bugs mind it was simply there obeying its own nature.

[Malach]

Malach had no particular destination in mind when he had left the Sanctuary. He had been bored in the city before but now he had company and that always made things more interesting; Malach did so adore an audience and the opportunity to show off. But where to go? Malach looked down at the violin he held in his hands almost forgotten. The Glitter-bug liked music? Well so did Malach.

He raised the instrument to his chin and played a brief flurry of notes he had once heard. He did not recall what it was (Bach) or where he had last heard it (in Caleb's private collection) but it had pleased him and that part he had bothered to remember. He did not play for long because now he had decided where to go.

“Kind?” Malach was puzzled at that. He had not intended to be 'kind', he wasn't even certain exactly how one went about it. The Bug seemed to have found his actions kind, he supposed it was similar to when he had been called nice. Nice seemed to involve people getting what they wanted from him; perhaps kind was when they got what they needed instead?

“You have pretty eyes...” he laughed, deciding the Bug wanted to know why he had taken him with him.
“and the Orchard King is too stuffy to be fun... he deserves to be annoyed.” Malach peered into the eyes of the Bug with his own bright mismatched orbs and giggled. “You can call me Malach, my little Glitter-bug.” Malach gave another musical laugh as they reached the Casino. “Oh I like the look of this one.” he smirked.

In the space of two strides Malach's ensemble had entirely changed to a long black trench-coat over black leather pants, no shirt to hide his beautiful chest with its stunning markings and his feet still bare. Ignoring the queue, Malach walked straight into the VIP entrance, his glittering eyes locking with the bouncer “Nothing was here for you to see...” he hissed softly as he walked past leaving the man momentarily a little dazed as he promptly forgot the strange blonde man with the dangerous looking vermin had ever been there.

Malach wove his way through the crowds with a dancer's grace heading towards a bar. “What do you want to drink, Glitter-bug?” he asked curiously.

[Zacharias Grimm]

Zacharias still in the dark room but he could hear the magic man’s voice come from the void. Yes the void seemed to have voices yet it seemed to come from all directions as if it was in a cave. It was not hard to believe that the inside of the bug’s consciousness would look like a cave. The floor still went thump thump…thump thump. It was strange sound that could make the blonde boy shiver but explained why it was so hard to go to sleep when there was a second heart beat annoyingly keeping him awake.

He could hear music, yes it was classical era. It was from his violin! It was like an old friend was speaking to him beyond a barrier. Now as you would think a musician would be capable of understanding the written language of music Zacharias could remember the sounds by how the strings felt on his fingers. It was as if he could feel his own fingers zip across the finger board.

He heard the magic man compliment his eyes. Zacharias looked into one of the bowls to see his own reflection he could only see reality through the eyes of the bug when using the water as a medium. He lifted his hands to the light, his left hand had no marks on its, very rare for that to be seen, usually there was a mark on 4 of his fingers showing where he made them bleed on his violin.
When he heard the name orchard king and the word deserve, thoughts proved to provoke curiosity within him, deserve? Zacharias was never in the position to use that term, never playing judge, he usually found himself to be playing the role of accused. He could only infer that orchard king meant the centaur. Zack had hardly any opinions about the centaur other than the fact he seemed more half mule than half horse with how badly he wanted the boy out of the sanctuary.
The boy could see the man smirk in the reflection, zack sighed in relief. “well it nice to see that you are happy, I would hate to have gotten you bored when you helped me” he said relief in his tone. he then realized how lucky he had been, he had met a centaur, a mermaid, a horde of angry elves, and had been saved by a magic man. No one else could possibly say the same. He heard the name Malach ring through the darkness. It was a rare name, obviously original. Zacharias had to wonder who gave him that name. Zack remembered he was only borrowing his brother’s name till he could find one of his own.

Zacharias watched through the water of how the magic man’s clothing seemed to shift into new attire. He then saw the trick he played on the bouncer. Zack realized that the magic man would usually get what he wanted whenever he wanted, which had to be boring with how everything came with ease. Zack could only imagine the experiences the magic man has had.
Zack heard the question in the darkness. Soon in the warm candle light the round wooden table part of the visible portion began to twist in a surreal fashion upward till it became the shape of a goblet.
He saw the drinks in the reflection. The boy couldn’t decide what he wanted, normally he hated drinks made at casinos they had alcohol usually which would only seem to burn his throat. Actually the boy usually hated casinos but now seemed different, maybe it was because this time he was not alone. Everything seemed to be better when with others even while he was bleeding heavily in the undercity having some company made it better. “i think I might just try what you’re having” once again trusting the djinn a little too much and feeling that the wisdom of others was far greater than his own. All the drinks seemed colorful they seemed to play better as decorations than actual drinks.

[Malach]

Malach laughed again, his musical voice briefly drawing the attention of those around them. Malach loved to laugh, it was one of the reasons he so loved the sound of breaking glass, it reminded him of laughter. “What to choose.... mmm?” he murmured seemingly to himself but the comment clearly intended for Zach. “I liked green and pink was pretty.... but this time... blue, I think.” Reaching the bar he immediately caught the eye of the bartender who had quickly appeared to remove the ice tongs Malach had found and begun to play with from his hand and replace them in the bucket. “Can I get you something?” he asked half annoyed and half amused as Malach winked flirtatiously at him.

Malach flashed a seductive smile and pointed at a drink another tender was preparing. “I want two of those, please.” he purred. He could be polite when he wanted to be, which was when it amused him, and Malach could find the oddest things amusing. The barman glanced over at where Malach was pointing. “Two Electric Margaritas coming right up...” he chuckled. Malach watched in fascination as the drinks were prepared and placed in front of him; he found it amazing just how complicated the 'real world' was. “That will be 20 credits” the barman smiled. Malach just leant over the bar and brushed a kiss onto the man's lips, fingertips briefly caressing his ear as a star-ruby earring appeared in it.

“No thank you, I'm fine now.” Malach giggled and walked away carrying the drinks; he left the bemused bartender with a puzzled smile at the random flirting and wondering why his earlobe suddenly felt sore. Putting one of the drinks down on a nearby table Malach detached the Bug's claws from the shoulder of his coat and placed that on the table too. He was curious to see how the Bug intended to drink. “Fi sahitak!” Malach smirked as he raised his glass to the Bug in salute.

[Zacharias Grimm]

The boy watched as Malach gave the man a ruby earring. He soon was staring at the blue drink, his face was red his face had a look of worry, he had no idea how he was supposed to get the drink. I have the worst foresight ever, I have no idea how to work this thing yet he already bought me a drink so it would be rude for me not to drink it, but I can’t drink it NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, this is far too ironic, and it is not in the funny way ! his inner turmoil continued on.
He grabbed the small bone in one of the bowls with his left hand gently and then shivered as he felt the bug shiver.
In reality the Bug shivered and shook the table forcing the glass holding the blue liquid over. The bug seemed to start drinking the blue fluid. People started to stare at it as they walked by. The blue fluid started to flow from the dark abyss above into the wooden glass. Zack looked at the blue fluid. He had curious eyes. He touched the surface of the blue liquid and then brought his finger to his mouth. He winced shiver since it tasted somewhat good yet burned his tongue a little. He took a deep breath before he gripped the cup in his hand lifted it and then tried to drink it all at once. He shivered greatly with his eyes wide it was as if he was making that face that you would make when you resisted saying ouch after stumping your foot on the corner of something, sure it tasted somewhat good but there was the burning sensation. He fell on his back and began to breathe. “that was weird” he moaned out, so yes without his ability there was no way in hell he could hold his liquor. is my head supposed to feel like this? he said to himself. He started to feel somewhat dizzy, he had not been expecting this.

[Malach]

Malach giggled uncontrollably as the Bug juddered and spazmed, shaking the whole table with its gyrations. “My Glitter-bug is also a Jitter-bug” he sniggered in amusement, watching intently as the tall glass overbalanced and spilled its brightly coloured contents across the table. Several people yelped as their feet got suddenly splashed but their outrage quickly faded away when they caught sight of the wicked gleam in Malach's eyes as they vented their complaints; there was just something... unsettling about the bright, predatory gaze of the strangely beautiful blonde man.

Of course some people didn't have the sense they were born with. A large and burly man lifted Malach up by the collar of his coat and growled into his face “You are gonna wish you had never been born.” which quite naturally provoked Malach into a fit of completely hysterical laughter. “I never was born” he managed to snicker past his laughter. “Perhaps you should wish that you had not been?” The man was becoming a little uncertain of his actions now; Malach was not behaving how he should in the face of the man's threats.

“Well I wish neither of you had ever been born!” muttered the irritated voice of the security guard who had been dispatched to iron out i.e. evict, the altercation.
“Granted” Malach giggled landing nimbly on his feet as the behemoth who had been holding him vanished without so much as a pop or a whoosh of air. He sipped his drink, of which he had not spilled a drop during the entire episode.
“What the... who... how?” the security guard stammered in confusion before latching on to something sane and sensible... the giant Bug. “Is that yours?” he demanded of Malach.

Malach just grinned at him as he continued to sip his drink. “Not at all” he responded, “He belongs to this violin.” He looked back at the Bug which had finished lapping at the blue liquid with its strange coiled and barbed tongue and was now rolling on its back waving its legs in the air comically, which provoked another fit of laughter from Malach. “Do you wish for me to show you?” he asked the guard.

The security guard was starting to feel a little nervous himself now after what had happened to the other man, who he was now having difficulty recalling any details of at all. He decided it was safest to play along for now. “Yes I wish it.” he grumbled. Malach decided that was close enough. “Granted.” he giggled and Zach was suddenly lying on his back across the table in a blue puddle and very, very drunk. “Play us a tune my Glitter-bug” Malach laughed, pushing the violin into Zach's hands.

[Zacharias Grimm]

Waking up on the table was a drunk mutant, his face was red. He could not feel any holes I his abdomen there was nothing causing him pain he could not even notice the parasites persistent little “shocks”. He felt somewhat clean, it felt somewhat real but he couldn’t feel much at the same time.
He could he could feel the festive mood and soon got up and placed his violin into position as if instinct of course he was somewhat wobble but if there was anything he didn’t need to think about to play it was his violin when he the magic man command him to play he couldn’t help but play. He started to play an Irish fiddle, it was very fitting at the moment to him. First started out somewhat slow but then got faster and faster as if it was starting out as a warm up. He seemed to be still very dizzy when it came to his feet. His right foot placing itself in front of him and then trying to catch him as began to daze and lean it almost seemed to imitate a small dance. As the music sped up so did his feet with the rhythm.
His eyes seemed completely lost as his fingers glided across the neck of the violin, they were light and soft not his usual style, it was unlikely he would bleed tonight, his eyes were orange. He was probably drunk enough to start singing but he seemed to have lost his voice to his fingers. A few of the people who were starting to clap as his tune echoed throughout the Apocalyptica. Zacharias finally had an audience too bad he would not be able to remember it. As the song came close to end he tripped and somewhat fell on his hind end near Malach.