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It Was A Tenebrous And Tempestuous Night
Insofar As Such Terms Still Applied
Which Was Not Very Far Since Everyone Concerned Was Located On An Asteroid Spinning Through The Velvet Darkness Of Space Which Knows No Weather And No Temporal Divides
But The Point Is
No One Was Somnolent In The Horn Pile
And In The Lab Tempers If Not Tempests Were Rising
One Turquoise Blooded Troll Leaned Close To His Monitor To Get A Better Taste Of The Purportedly Quite Piquant Shade Of The Text Forming On His Screen One Undercapitalized Line At A Time
While The Choleric Young Lady Several Computers Down Fumed In A Manner That Could Not Be Called Subtle By Even The Most Generous Of Observers
And Their Mutual Friends Observed But Were Helpless To Intervene
Aware That Any Well Intended Advice Would Only Be Interpreted As Meddling By The Twain
As A Consequence Of Their Collective Singularly Orneriness And Also Of Their Blindness To How Easily Their Frustration Could Be Resolved By Ameliorated Communication
Their Figurative Blindness That Is
The Sightlessness Of Schmerezi Schmyrope Though Occasionally The Source Of Many Wracked Nerves For The Object Of His Erstwhile Affection Was Immaterial In This Instance
But I Digress
Our Heroine Scrutinized The Preoccupied Schmyrope In Irate Silence
Her Absolute And Enraged Concentration Broken Only When She Was Now And Again Compelled To Attend To Her Chat Client By The Missives Of A Certain Narcoleptic Individual In A Universe Far Far Away
Who Having At Last Woken From His Most Recent And Terrible Nap
Was Proving Diverting To Her Admittedly Questionable Tastes For The First Time
But
Not Diverting Enough
For Her Infatuation With Schmyrope Went Back Sweeps
And Her Affection For Schmade Was But An Hours Fancy
Most Of Which Hour She Had Spent Dreaming Of
The Ultimate Betrayal
The Ensuing Emotional Turmoil Left Little Room For The Establishment Of New Interests
Understandably
Instead She Found Herself Thinking More And More Of Schmyrope And Of The Comfort His Lithe Upper Limbs Might Provide
Of The Febrile Warmth Of His Exhalations On The Hypersensitive Tips Of Her Shapely And Curvaceous Auditory Organs
And Even Of
The Slick Mucous Membrane Sheathing His Muscular Tongue
Whose Onslaught Had So Often Earned Her Fury By Night
But Whose Liquid Slide Haunted Her Dreams By Day
And Not Just Because They Were On The Same Moon Either And Her Dream Self Was Every Bit As Vulnerable As Her Waking Body To The Peculiar Outpourings Of Affection And Of Course Teal-Tinged Spittle Schmyrope Delighted In
No These Dreams Were Of Another Kind
Discrete From The Second Life Lived And Just Now Died In A Golden City
They Unfolded In The Umbrageous Space Between True Slumber And The Minds Stirring
In A Torrent Of Inchoate Imagery And Unconsidered Response
Even As The Architect Of Our Session Married Modern Technology And Antediluvian Ciphers Excavated From The Dark Depths Of The Planets Innermost Eggsac
In One Seamless Undertaking
So These Visions From Past The Border Of Consciousness Constructed A Continuous Narrative
Out Of Memory And Long Inhumed Yearnings
And Though Schmarkat Had Thought Her Secret Desires More Well Defended Than The Most Creatively Boobytrapped Tomb
They Bobbed Now At The Very Surface Of Her Awareness
There For The Plucking For Any Member Of The Not Inconsiderable Psychic Population
And More Importantly
Readable In The Motion And Brilliance Of Her Gaze
Those Were Her Fears Anyway
To Compensate She Worked Herself Into A Frenzy
Reviewing Again And Again Every Perceived Wrong Schmyrope Had Done Her
Revisiting Each Moment He Had Shared Gleefully With The Human Coolkid
And Denied Her
Culminating In The Current Parley
From Which He Could Be Seen To Be Deriving Tangible Delight
His Fangs Gleaming Red In The Light Of The Rivals Shamelessly Rubescent Font Color
His Scorched And Opaque Eyes Showing Naked Over His Glasses
Which Had Slipped Forward Along The Bridge Of His Nose When He In His Eagerness Tilted His Chair Onto Its Front Two Legs So He Could Bring His Flaring Nostrils Down To The Viewport
His Hand An Adroit Blur Over The Tablet Hed Acquired Somewhere
Chalk Firmly Grasped Between Thumb And Lissome Forefinger
And Rolled Along The Ball Of The Thumb
In A Way Which Struck Schmarkat As Frankly Obscene
But It Was When Schmerezi Detached His Quivering Proboscis From The Screen And Bent To Lick The Tapered End Of The Chalk
Saliva Darkening And Purpling The Powdered Sides
Dust In Turn Rising To Coat The Needlelike Points Of His Flawless Dentition With Rust
His Face Not Once Revolving Toward Schmarkat
That She Surrendered All Illusion Of Control
Dismounting With An Undignified Squeak From Her Seat
And Striding Across Tile To His Side
She Snarled His Name
Her Head Appearing Almost To Be Fluorescing In The Heat Of Her Vehemence Like A Rainbow Drinker Of Old Come Down To Annihilate Its Prey
In That Moment She Was Magnificent Although She Would Not Have Believed It If Informed
For Though The Cause Of Her Rage Was Petty Her Rage Was Not
Elevated To A Pitch Wholly Disproportionate To Its Source
It Derived A Vitality All Its Own From The Fuel Of Her Jealousy
Which Appropriately Enough Could Have Been Matched Only By Her Past Selfs Ardor
All Of This Goes Some Ways Towards Explicating Why When He Looked Up Schmerezi Was Struck Temporarily And Profoundly Dumb
As If A Sweep Ago A Former Associate Of His Had Burned Away Not Eyes But Tongue
Though This Was Of Course Disproved A Moment Later When He Pointedly Sniffed Her Outstretched Remonstrative Arm And Gave An Appreciative Grin
Before Extending The Same Member To Brush The Knuckles Of Her Clenched Fist
Which She Had Unwisely Planted Atop His Forgotten Tablet To Forestall Further Attempts At Multicultural Exchange
He Said To What Do I Owe The Pleasure
To Your Grubfisted Attempts At Engendering Totally Inappropriate Flushed Arrangements By Means Of Incredibly Shitty Image Manips Thats What She Blustered
Conscious Even As She Spoke That She Should Have Come Up With A Better Excuse For Her Approach Or Not Approached At All
Id Say My Attempts Have Been Quite Profitable He Remarked Raising His Eyebrows In A Manner That Left No Doubt About His Meaning
Yeah Fucking Right She Scoffed Let Me Guess The Coolgirl Finally Condescended To Caption One Of Your Awful Gifs And You Think Its A Proffered Bucket In Prose Form
Its Goddamned Pathetic Is What It Is You Scraping For A Glance From Her Hypocritically Concealed Orbs When Shes Just Some Soft Pink Primate With Shitty Taste In Ocular Accessories And Youre
What Inquired Schmerezi
What Said Schmarkat Derailed By This Interjection
What Am I Inquired Schmerezi
A Strange Look Crossing His Upturned Countenance
Youre Said Schmarkat
And Glaring At Him Wide Eyed
Found Herself Abruptly At A Loss For Any Adequate Insult
There Followed A Silence Such As Is Only Elsewhere Found In The Central Vascular System Of A Storm
A Silence In Which It Seemed There Was No Body In The Room Save For Them
As If The Question Schmerezi Had Asked And The Answer Schmarkat Was Preparing To Give Were Of Immeasurable Weight
And Had Accordingly Dragged Them Down Like An Anchor Through The Floor Of Prosaic Reality Into A Curious Underwater Realm
Where Time Slowed To A Trickle
And The Artificial Light Played Strangely Over Their Silvery Skin
And Though Not Actually Disappeared Or Dimensionally Displaced The Other Inhabitants Of The Room Seemed To Sense Also The Poundage Of The Present
And Schmriska Did Not Turn To Hiss Anything Derogatory To His Neighbor
And Schmollux Did Not Attempt To Restrain Her Friend
Then
In That Crystalline Quiet
Schmarkat Threw Up Her Hands
Having Given Up All Hope Of Locating The Correct Denigratory Adjective
Seized Schmerezi By The Front Of His Tshirt
Shook Him Until His Glasses Were Hanging Askew
And Kissed Him Soundly
If Schmerezi Had Had His Cane In Reach It Would No Doubt Have Gone Differently
But As It Was He Stiffened Only For The Space Of A Heartbeat Before Raising His Fingers To Cup The Back Of Her Skull
And Opening His Mouth
The Better To Explore The Dull Terrain Of Her Teeth He Would Claim Later
But Also
Evidently To Anyone With Eyes Or A Sharp Enough Olfactory Equivalent
Because He Wanted To Taste As Much Of Her Inside As He Could
She Drew Back At Last Wiping Her Lips Her Cheeks Glowing Like The Sun Through A Glass Of Claret Which Is The Human Name For Fermented Grape Viscera
Both Trolls Were Breathing Heavily
Oh
Ms Vantas
Ejaculated Schmerezi
And His Smile Was Lazy And Sly
Now Schmriska Piped Up At Last And Performance Platform Whispered Gooooooood Get A Pail
And Schmollux Contributed Yeah Thchmarkat Took You Long Enough
And Everyone Began Speaking At Once
But Schmarkat Turned To Their Unwanted Audience And Said
SHUT THE FUCK UP
And Schmerezi Who Had Taken Advantage Of Schmarkat’s Brief Distraction To Rise To His Feet Added Lightly
Yeah
Can It
And Taking Hold Of Schmarkat’s Elbow Steered Her To The Transportalizer Where
If One Was Watching Closely
One Might Have Gotten A Glimpse Of Two Hands Lacing Together
And Sliding Under The Waistband Of Schmerezis Shorts
Before The Pearlescent Flame Shot Up And They Were Moved
At Long Last
To Somewhere Private
The End