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1 through F › Dark Crystal
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,814
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Dark Crystal, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sub Conscious Thoughts
Chapter 2. Sub Conscious Thoughts
Kira fidgeted through most of her meal with Jen. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she couldn’t seem to concentrate on the simplest thought. “Are you okay, Kira? You seem a little flustered this morning,” Jen asked, being concerned. Yes, she had been distant as of late, but today she seemed completely in another dimension. This worried Jen more than a little.
“I’m perfectly fine, it must have been the coffee I had this morning. Like I said, I think I might be a little hung over from last night.”
This was indeed odd, she thought to herself as she played with her food. This morning when she woke up, she felt so hopeful for the future. Now, she was not so sure, and she did not want to tell herself why. There was someone, or something she could not get out of her head. She simply could not bring herself to see what it was, so she chose not to think at all.
“Must have been some party. You said you had two drinks?”
“Yeah,” replied Kira, absent-mindedly.
Jen could not take this anymore. Yes, things between them were not like they once were, but something now was definitely wrong. He could not remain silent on the matter any longer.
“Kira, what’s wrong? I know something is amiss, and I do not know what it is unless you tell me. You have got me very worried. If I did something, I need to know what it is. You’ve been distant for months, but today you seem like you are not there at all…”
With her confused and flustered present state of mind, this only served to make her angry.
“I just don’t know,” she said coldly. “Why do we have to talk about this now? Why can’t we just have a simple meal without you getting all in my face about what I should be saying or not saying?”
“I know something’s bothering you, Kira. And I can’t help you fix it, until you tell me what it is.” Jen was not going to let this drop.
“Leave me alone. There is nothing to discuss.” She forced herself to hold back tears that wanted to well up in her eyes. Jen’s heart was breaking, but he did not want to push her any further. He knew there would be no constructive outcome if he did.
The two gelflings finished their meal in silence.
After a twenty second daze he could not describe, nor quite even remember, SkekNa located his notebook in the communal room in a desk drawer by the television. Attempting to remember how it got there in the first place, a face came into his mind, a face that had just left the room not 5 minutes before hand. He pushed that thought away, wondering on earth, why he had been struck by her presence so strongly. It was difficult enough having to live on the same floor as gelflings, disgusting creatures that they were, and now her face seemed to be branded in his mind. Even though the prophecy in which a gelfling would end Skeksis power no longer held any meaning here in this place, his irrational hate for the two gelflings had not diminished. Pushing the thought of her away, and blaming it on the headache from earlier that morning, he dove into his routine for the day, blocking out what he could of her image. Routine was important to the former slave master, now that he no longer had slaves, or even garthim at his command. It seemed to him the only way to get any of his daily chores accomplished. He had slowly grown accustom to taking care of simple tasks such as doing the dishes, or taking out the garbage, but it had not been easy.
That same night, he dreamed. Although rare that any skeksis would remember his or her dreams, since emphasis on such an activity is not in their nature, he awoke in the middle of the night in a sweat and a shiver. It was a dream so real he could have reached out and touched it. She was in it. That girl. That gelfling. She was smiling as they were walking in the park. It was rare to see any one smiling at him, let alone someone like her. She was about to take his hand, and that was when he awoke. Almost laughing to himself at the ridiculousness of it all, he got up to get some water. He drank it, and then went back to bed. After lying in bed awake for an hour and a half, he dodged in and out of sleep the rest of the night.
Three days had past. Over the couple years that she had been here, Kira thought she had adjusted quite nicely to life here at the Random House. Of course, she had been flustered these past few days, some very odd dreams here and there, but that comes and goes, doesn’t it? After all, she had reason to be stressed. There was almost an insurmountable tension between her and Jen, and she did not know how to overcome it. What was wrong with her to cause her to feel the way she did? No, things do not always turn out the way you hope, she told herself. They never do. God, how she wished things were different. Things always seem to take a natural course of action over time, but her lack of feelings for Jen was not what she was expecting. And there was something else. It was something uncomfortable, something that almost physically hurt to think about. Yet, as time went on, she was having an increasingly difficult time pulling her mind away from it. Worse, she was slowly beginning to realize what it was. No, it wasn’t an ‘it’, it was ‘someone.’ God, she must be losing it, she briefly thought to herself, pulling herself away from the image once again. Something things were just too painful to see.
Rather than sit in her room all day dwelling on thoughts she no longer could control, she decided to go out. She called up her friend Io, who resided on the 21st floor.
“Sure Kira, let’s go get some coffee, and maybe go see a movie. What’s playing?”
“I’m not sure, what’s that one with Jack Black? I’m in the mood for something funny. I really need to get out of this wretched mood I’ve been in.”
“Awesome, meet me up here, I haven’t quite finished getting ready.”
Kira left her room shortly after, and walked through the corridor to the elevator. As she approached it, she noticed about 15 yards down the hallway walking toward her were two Skeksis. Though she barely knew their names, nor really wanted to, she began to recognize one of them as the one she had run into three days earlier in the communal room. Twirling her long, flaxon blonde hair nervously, and wishing the elevator would hurry up a little faster, her eyes met with SkekNa’s. Her heart began to race, and she felt her skin getting hot. Though they were no longer an immediate threat to her, she wanted to run, though she could not break his gaze.
“Come on, damn it!” She thought to herself, cursing at the ever so slow elevator. She was absolutely terrified. But terrified of what? Here, they could no longer harm her. Yes, their presence here was irritating at best, and sometimes the memories they brought back could be downright frightening, but this was not it. No, this was something else, something she still would not bring herself consciously to look at. After an excruciating moment that lasted no longer than 20 seconds, yet seemed like an eternity, the elevator arrived. She got on, as the two Skeksis walked past towards the opposite hall, not saying a word to her.
She got in the elevator, closed the door, and began to pound the wall in frustration. She pulled herself together as best she could. What was it? The image was becoming clearer now, no matter how much she fought it and in this very moment, tears began to well up in her eyes. It was almost as if these thoughts were not her own. After laying eyes upon SkekNa once again, her sub conscience could no longer hide what she had so desperately tried to keep from herself. She had finally realized the one she had been thinking of, and it was that very instance that Kira had decided she was clinically insane.
As the two Skeksis walked past her and into the opposite hallways, SkekNa’s thoughts were almost mirror to Kira’s. Though not frightened of her the way she was of him, he was equally confused by these new profound emotions. What was it with her, anyways? Not having suffered the trauma that he himself and his fellow skeksis had caused themselves, he did not have the ability to block out thoughts the way she could. He had been at the mercy of his dreams and these wandering images for three nights now. He knew now that he had seen her again this could only get worse. Yes, gelflings were disgusting, awful creatures who were not to be trusted, but there was something with this particular one that had him so captivated. It was as if incredible, beautiful music was heard as he laid eyes upon her. He could almost smell her, though she wore no perfume, even from 15 yards away. Yes, this was indeed odd, and something in the air was not right. He barely heard SkekZok, who was walking next to him, mutter something about gelflings and draining one’s living essence after they had passed by the elevator. SkekNa, for probably the first time ever, was silent on the matter.
Kira fidgeted through most of her meal with Jen. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she couldn’t seem to concentrate on the simplest thought. “Are you okay, Kira? You seem a little flustered this morning,” Jen asked, being concerned. Yes, she had been distant as of late, but today she seemed completely in another dimension. This worried Jen more than a little.
“I’m perfectly fine, it must have been the coffee I had this morning. Like I said, I think I might be a little hung over from last night.”
This was indeed odd, she thought to herself as she played with her food. This morning when she woke up, she felt so hopeful for the future. Now, she was not so sure, and she did not want to tell herself why. There was someone, or something she could not get out of her head. She simply could not bring herself to see what it was, so she chose not to think at all.
“Must have been some party. You said you had two drinks?”
“Yeah,” replied Kira, absent-mindedly.
Jen could not take this anymore. Yes, things between them were not like they once were, but something now was definitely wrong. He could not remain silent on the matter any longer.
“Kira, what’s wrong? I know something is amiss, and I do not know what it is unless you tell me. You have got me very worried. If I did something, I need to know what it is. You’ve been distant for months, but today you seem like you are not there at all…”
With her confused and flustered present state of mind, this only served to make her angry.
“I just don’t know,” she said coldly. “Why do we have to talk about this now? Why can’t we just have a simple meal without you getting all in my face about what I should be saying or not saying?”
“I know something’s bothering you, Kira. And I can’t help you fix it, until you tell me what it is.” Jen was not going to let this drop.
“Leave me alone. There is nothing to discuss.” She forced herself to hold back tears that wanted to well up in her eyes. Jen’s heart was breaking, but he did not want to push her any further. He knew there would be no constructive outcome if he did.
The two gelflings finished their meal in silence.
After a twenty second daze he could not describe, nor quite even remember, SkekNa located his notebook in the communal room in a desk drawer by the television. Attempting to remember how it got there in the first place, a face came into his mind, a face that had just left the room not 5 minutes before hand. He pushed that thought away, wondering on earth, why he had been struck by her presence so strongly. It was difficult enough having to live on the same floor as gelflings, disgusting creatures that they were, and now her face seemed to be branded in his mind. Even though the prophecy in which a gelfling would end Skeksis power no longer held any meaning here in this place, his irrational hate for the two gelflings had not diminished. Pushing the thought of her away, and blaming it on the headache from earlier that morning, he dove into his routine for the day, blocking out what he could of her image. Routine was important to the former slave master, now that he no longer had slaves, or even garthim at his command. It seemed to him the only way to get any of his daily chores accomplished. He had slowly grown accustom to taking care of simple tasks such as doing the dishes, or taking out the garbage, but it had not been easy.
That same night, he dreamed. Although rare that any skeksis would remember his or her dreams, since emphasis on such an activity is not in their nature, he awoke in the middle of the night in a sweat and a shiver. It was a dream so real he could have reached out and touched it. She was in it. That girl. That gelfling. She was smiling as they were walking in the park. It was rare to see any one smiling at him, let alone someone like her. She was about to take his hand, and that was when he awoke. Almost laughing to himself at the ridiculousness of it all, he got up to get some water. He drank it, and then went back to bed. After lying in bed awake for an hour and a half, he dodged in and out of sleep the rest of the night.
Three days had past. Over the couple years that she had been here, Kira thought she had adjusted quite nicely to life here at the Random House. Of course, she had been flustered these past few days, some very odd dreams here and there, but that comes and goes, doesn’t it? After all, she had reason to be stressed. There was almost an insurmountable tension between her and Jen, and she did not know how to overcome it. What was wrong with her to cause her to feel the way she did? No, things do not always turn out the way you hope, she told herself. They never do. God, how she wished things were different. Things always seem to take a natural course of action over time, but her lack of feelings for Jen was not what she was expecting. And there was something else. It was something uncomfortable, something that almost physically hurt to think about. Yet, as time went on, she was having an increasingly difficult time pulling her mind away from it. Worse, she was slowly beginning to realize what it was. No, it wasn’t an ‘it’, it was ‘someone.’ God, she must be losing it, she briefly thought to herself, pulling herself away from the image once again. Something things were just too painful to see.
Rather than sit in her room all day dwelling on thoughts she no longer could control, she decided to go out. She called up her friend Io, who resided on the 21st floor.
“Sure Kira, let’s go get some coffee, and maybe go see a movie. What’s playing?”
“I’m not sure, what’s that one with Jack Black? I’m in the mood for something funny. I really need to get out of this wretched mood I’ve been in.”
“Awesome, meet me up here, I haven’t quite finished getting ready.”
Kira left her room shortly after, and walked through the corridor to the elevator. As she approached it, she noticed about 15 yards down the hallway walking toward her were two Skeksis. Though she barely knew their names, nor really wanted to, she began to recognize one of them as the one she had run into three days earlier in the communal room. Twirling her long, flaxon blonde hair nervously, and wishing the elevator would hurry up a little faster, her eyes met with SkekNa’s. Her heart began to race, and she felt her skin getting hot. Though they were no longer an immediate threat to her, she wanted to run, though she could not break his gaze.
“Come on, damn it!” She thought to herself, cursing at the ever so slow elevator. She was absolutely terrified. But terrified of what? Here, they could no longer harm her. Yes, their presence here was irritating at best, and sometimes the memories they brought back could be downright frightening, but this was not it. No, this was something else, something she still would not bring herself consciously to look at. After an excruciating moment that lasted no longer than 20 seconds, yet seemed like an eternity, the elevator arrived. She got on, as the two Skeksis walked past towards the opposite hall, not saying a word to her.
She got in the elevator, closed the door, and began to pound the wall in frustration. She pulled herself together as best she could. What was it? The image was becoming clearer now, no matter how much she fought it and in this very moment, tears began to well up in her eyes. It was almost as if these thoughts were not her own. After laying eyes upon SkekNa once again, her sub conscience could no longer hide what she had so desperately tried to keep from herself. She had finally realized the one she had been thinking of, and it was that very instance that Kira had decided she was clinically insane.
As the two Skeksis walked past her and into the opposite hallways, SkekNa’s thoughts were almost mirror to Kira’s. Though not frightened of her the way she was of him, he was equally confused by these new profound emotions. What was it with her, anyways? Not having suffered the trauma that he himself and his fellow skeksis had caused themselves, he did not have the ability to block out thoughts the way she could. He had been at the mercy of his dreams and these wandering images for three nights now. He knew now that he had seen her again this could only get worse. Yes, gelflings were disgusting, awful creatures who were not to be trusted, but there was something with this particular one that had him so captivated. It was as if incredible, beautiful music was heard as he laid eyes upon her. He could almost smell her, though she wore no perfume, even from 15 yards away. Yes, this was indeed odd, and something in the air was not right. He barely heard SkekZok, who was walking next to him, mutter something about gelflings and draining one’s living essence after they had passed by the elevator. SkekNa, for probably the first time ever, was silent on the matter.