I apologize up and down, left and right, for this long hiatus -- The Internet is a fickle thing, which I wish was more accommodating to the nice customer that I am, or the company, rather. Anyway, nuisances aside, this took a little longer to write. I've had inspiration along the way, so I hope you enjoy, as always. (Please leave feedback!)
Just a reminder, all things that are actual people, places, or things in this story are in no way associated or affiliated with me in any way. Anything contained in this story that exists in reality that are incorporated in these works are no more than interpretations. Now that that's out of the way, I can move onto the chapter itself. The third chapter will mark the end of this installment, continuing on to the last and final segment of the Requiem series, titled, The Hidden Symphony of Sherron Fischer.
Cheers, x
-TAS
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"Help will always present itself in times of crisis and need, all you need is ask." A bright, beaming glow illumined Veronica's surroundings, adding a graceful, sing-song voice filled with adoration for her.
The trees whistled and whispered her call, adding weight to the mysterious woman's words through the winds' sigh. Veronica's nude form reflected the glow, her alabaster skin giving the appearance of transparency. She cast her bangs out of her eyes, following the wind's caress of the limbs of trees, dancing along the branches and leading her to an open field. The rooted floor cushioned the soles of her feet; the soft, padded mud an infusion with the warm earth.
"Who are you?" Veronica called out, her voice scarcely a whisper. The air seemed dense, more so than what would be considered normal.
"A part of you. We are one. The heart will guide your steps through this passage, and the love that resides there will provide the strength needed to overcome this possible misfortune. That is, if the path does not stray from the desired direction, of course. Heed this warning; be cognizant of a choice you must make. Your answer will weigh upon a life, as it has once before. Know this now, and not later. Love is everlasting. It is eternal, however, every beginning meets its end, and an unraveling of distraught can create an upheaval. Focus your energy into what you already know. A price must be paid, but you must understand the cost."
The beatific sound lingered on her ears, resonating the warmth and wisdom to her core. A soft breeze passed through the dreamy meadow, the light fog in the distance acting like a fence of clouds.
"What choice? I do not understand. What price? What is happening in my life?" The flurry of questions rushed from her lips, unable to suppress them any longer.
"The answers lie within."
The voice departed the words with its retracting glow, its presence receding into the thick, floral vegetation. Shadows seeped through the canopy, casting Veronica in a familiar darkness. A white glow permeated the mists, shining down on her from above.
The moon hovered high beyond her, acting like a lamp to guide her through the twilight of the separation between two worlds: one she was acquainted with, the other more foreign and different. Tufts of light hung suspended in the air and in its wake, enclosing her in a bubble of serene curiosity.
The forest around her animated with life of the known and the unknown, cocooned the image in front of her, causing her to hitch her breath and pause. The image below the balcony of vines and trees was of another tree-infested clearing, and someone she knew: it was of her. On the left side of Veronica's twin, sat Sherron, one of her arms curling around Veronica's legs, her body molding to hers. Her stance was protective, as the leg closest to Veronica's image was hunched. The other leg was cast aside to hold balance, as the imposter's pale right hand raked long fingers in the honey-colored locks. On Veronica's right side stood a manifestation of Dylan, his arm around her waist. The other arm holding her outstretched hand, a diamond twinkling with a deep red-hue.
Looking on, Veronica gasped, observing the two significantly different colors: the left side several shades of blue and indigo, while the right bore vibrant pigments of crimson and orange. Sherron's cat-eyes were staring directly back at the visibly aware Veronica lurking from above the thick underbrush. Her irises became luminescent, as they shifted from hazel to gold, flowing through her to Veronica's clone's chest and eyes, both shinning with a powerful radiance.
Dylan gripped her clone more firmly, fingers digging into her skin, as his hand emitted a hypnotizing, carmine flare almost too seductive to ignore. The ring on the image of her person bore a near blinding ruby light, its heat and glow tangible from Veronica's position. A smug, satisfied smile draped Dylan's lips, as he leant inward towards her, kissing the side of her lips, wantonly. The right eye of her clone grew in size and color, mirroring the heat from Dylan's power.
The two sides were in complete contrast with one another, both standing for two distinct causes and truths. Before she could remember how to breathe, the dream melted into a pool of thoughts, until those too grew faint as the walls of her reality closed in; the physicality of the cruel and blessed world she knew well. The moonlight greeted her as an old friend, rousing her from her deep state of sleep.
Why did I dream of the two of them together? Do I know what that means?
Veronica's inner voice whispered in her mind, the questions granting only silence, not answers. She harrumphed tiredly, dissatisfied with herself for not piecing together her dream more constructively.
Veronica rubbed her eyes with one hand, blinking forcefully to clear her blurred vision. Confusion gripped her as she felt a mattress beneath her body, and a big one at that.
"What the?" She started, but stopped, as a soft mass stirred beside her, the slumbering face snoozing on her other arm.
"...Hmmmmv..." A voice mumbled sleepily.
Veronica's eyes had grown more accustomed to the darkness upon waking, taking in the visibly slumbering form of Sherron Fischer. Her breasts were exposed, as the fur blanket that draped their bodies congealed in the middle, causing the material to ride up her thighs. She shivered, awakening Veronica's arm that her head was resting on snuggly. Vonni felt her breath hitch, as her greens drank in the sight of this incredible wonder of a woman lying beside her, resting so peacefully. She squeezed her within her arms further, feeling one of Sherron's limbs move of their own accord, tightening the both of them into a deeper embrace. Noses touching, eyes impossibly close.
Veronica's soft, dulcet breath fell on Sherron's lips, her eyelids twitching in response. She vaguely took in her surroundings, as her lover's lips brushed her own with each inhale of her lungs, sealing her fate with an inevitable kiss that would make her ears tingle, Vonni knew.
The supple pairs of lips met for a brief moment. Vonni's eyes closed, as her ears sent delicious vibrations to her groin. Her tongue felt as though a force was magnetically pulling it, as it attempted to break free from her mouth; but she refrained, ending the kiss with a satisfied sigh from Sher's dreamy face.
After taking a long look at her lover, she craned her neck around to try and familiarize herself with the bedroom she didn't recall seeing while in the lounge room earlier.
Was there a door I missed?
She thought, as her vision granted her a spacious, circular room. A door was held ajar, leaking moonlight through the gap. She squinted her eyes a little, until she recognized the blurry forms to be furniture, the exact couch her and Sherron had fallen asleep on earlier.
No matter, she probably carried me off to the bed after we fell asleep... much, much later,
