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| The Pleasing Being | |
| By MessiahDave | ||
| 25 May 2006 | ||
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Someone hears a strange story in a bar. “There are legends of things that would steal your senses.” Said the Pleasing Being. We sat in a seedy bar in Chicago, though I barely registered anything save The Being. “Are there really?” I said, drawn to it even though memories of my current lover haunted the back of my head. I inched closer to it and ran a hand down its... arm? I’m unsure if it had such, or if it was even humanoid at all. At times it seemed to alternate between the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, a lovely painting and a shimmering mass of colour, with a thousand other pleasing images concealed deep within it, surfacing occasionally like shells in the tide. Whatever it was, it felt like warm silk engulfing my hand. It expressed bemusement in its own way. “Yes, though not in the way you’d think. They tell of a creature, a greedy creature that once gave up its most cherished memory, and lived to regret it. A creature that vowed never to make the same mistake again, and wanted to be able to remember everything it had ever experienced perfectly- even if it meant keeping the memories from others.” “What memory did it give up?” I asked. It leaned, or hovered, closer to me, smelling of rich chocolate and baked bread. “You know, it’s the strangest thing, but I never learned. Maybe whoever got its memories is greedy as well, and doesn’t want to dilute them by sharing something so lovely with others. Or maybe the memories didn’t go anywhere after the creature forgot them, and simply disappeared, their beauty completely lost.” “How sad.” I said. I didn’t care that the Pleasing Being didn’t speak like a normal person, that its words were too carefully chosen, too rehearsed. It wouldn’t have been right for it to sound normal. “Pretty stupid, actually.” I added as an afterthought. “Beauty doesn’t go away when you share it, it spreads.” “Maybe someone should have told that to the creature.” The Being said playfully. “Wait, you said it took your senses, but how? What’s that even mean?” “It didn’t take your senses of the world around you, you see. It took the world around you’s senses of you. If the creature saw you, you would be rendered invisible to all other eyes but yours and its. If it heard your voice, you’d be forever mute.” “Christ, that’s horrible!” “You aren’t the first to think so. The legends say that a brave and beautiful woman found the creature, and tried to kill it without being seen. It didn’t work, unfortunately, but before the creature slew her in vengeance, she managed to sever its tongue and ears, smite its nose and pierce its eyes. To this day, it’s thought to wander about, tormented with only old memories to comfort it.” The Being leaned in closer, firmly grasping my leg. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and we slowly made our way into a restroom. I kissed its shifting flesh, and caressed its fluid body. And then we made love. I with flesh, and it with its shifty splendor. It was warm, and unlike anything I’d ever felt before, when the Pleasing Being changed. In an instant, its melodious quasi-voice became a clacking and raspy wind, as a wretched creature with an empty mouth and a thrice-sundered head kissed me and caressed me. The change caused a million different pleasant memories to evaporate from it instantly, and horrified by its true face and its stolen grasps I wrenched myself away and ran from the bar. I ran for miles before I collapsed in my apartment, exhausted to my core. Chilled and upset, I felt relief flood through me as my lover approached, and I went to embrace them. Their arms held me tighter and tighter, until a puzzled look came to their face. In the familiar voice I had grown to love, that I had regretted to betray, it looked at me puzzled. “I can’t feel you...” They said. “It’s like you’re not there, there’s just... nothing.” And then I shuddered, suddenly nothing.
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