It was him, all of him. I felt his hands on my shoulders, his body under me. I felt the coolness of his skin, the small moans as I took him. His legs wrapped around my waist, his entire body belonging to me. I saw his eyes, filled with carnal need as he moved his hips in time with my thrusts, meeting me halfway like only a lover could. Mine, he was only mine and I would never let another person have him. 

His breath against my lips as we kissed, in this space away from all laws and conduct. In this time, I was his and he was mine without strings or code. I shifted so I could see his face while I thrust into him and my, what a sight it was. His face, flushed and contorted as his body convulsed under me. His hair was sticking to his forehead with the sweat of this entire experience, and his eyes only made this more of a pleasant torture.

Raiel's Point

I woke up from the dream, his taste still on my lips. I was alone in the bed and trying to remember what happened. I sent Dylan away, but Edam's voice still haunted me, echoing in each corner of my mind like a phantom. I ended up drinking and then I'm here. The dream was too real, why was I dreaming about him? I haven't done anything but hurt him...

Why am I feeling guilty? The morning sun was slowly coming over the horizon but it was still that little period of blue light. I rolled over in the bed, half-shielding my eyes with my hand. This was hell, it was too cold. I looked down and saw the mirror I had in the corner of the room was covered. That's something I haven't done in a while.

As I sat up, wrapping the blanket around my head and body, he came back to mind. His eyes, his need, all of it was wrapping me up in its web. This was worse than madness, is this was poets felt like? Most notably was the hard-on I had, that dream was enough to arouse me more than Dylan did...

I needed advice, and I didn't know where to get it. I could go to Luisa, maybe she'd be able to maintain discretion. The thoughts shifted to that poor child's hands.

"I'm sorry," slipped from my lips without thought and this blanket seemed to only make me colder. I could smell him, just outside of reach. I could still feel his skin and all of it was just an entire repetitive motion, going between Hell and waking up.

Luisa's Point

I don't think I've ever had him phone me first. Eventually, Raiel settled to come and visit me. I know what this is about. He's going to ask me what to do with Edam. It's the only logical explanation. Annoyed, but not surprised, I asked the servants to bring him in when he decided to arrive. For the time being, I settled myself in my office and continued with my work. It was the same thing, over and over again. It almost seemed, outside of these four walls, all things were just cycles. People get out of situations only to create new situations to fall into. I can't say I'm any different.

This is why I play music, I don't get wrapped up in thoughts if I have some form of sound around me while working. I turned on the speaker and went back to work. Only to be interrupted by a haggard looking Raiel entering into my office.

"You look like shit," I said bluntly. I think I'm angry at him for his treatment of Edam.

"Yeah, no kidding."

"I can't help you if you're standing all the way over there, get moving."

I heard him sit down on the chair in front of my desk but I didn't look up. I was still shuffling through these papers, there was one I needed to read before the end of the day. 

"Well, aren't you going to say anything, Raiel?"

"Yeah. It's about Edam."

There we go, there's the ticket. I looked up at him but I saw something that I didn't expect to see. He wasn't looking at me but was looking down, twirling his thumbs.

"Don't do that, you'll spin your fortune away," I said looking back down at my papers. I heard him chuckle under his breath before he looked up at me again.

"I don't know what to do," he trailed off quietly. I looked up again, realizing how deep this went. It explains everything, but I can't bring it up. He's already angry, but if he found out that I had my eyes on the inside.

"He tried to kill himself yesterday. You know me, Isa. I shouldn't feel anything. I don't think I do, but something about this hurt."

"Hurt?"

"I don't fucking know, Luisa," he snapped, looking back down at the floor. He rested his head on his hand, staring at me for an explanation.

"I can't help you if I don't know what is actually going on."

"I had a dream about him this morning. I sent Dylan away after..."

Again, that trailing off, it's not like him to be uncertain.

"A dream, was it that type of dream or something different?"

"It was that type. What do I do, Luisa?"

I lifted a pad out of a drawer and began doodling, trying to think of an answer but I could only come up with something just on the fringe of reasonable:

"Dreams tend to reveal everything that we don't want to see in life. They're our hell, our heaven and something of a mirror. The mind rarely lies in sleep, Raiel, but only the dreamer will know what his dream means."

"You've been reading that spirituality stuff again, haven't you?"

"You've been hiding from yourself, haven't you?"

He looked up at me with tired eyes. The thoughts just barely clicked in the back of his mind but he let out a strangled laugh.

"Touche"

A/N: Something something, dream analysis for coping with life... symbolism

(Probably going to undergo editing at a later point...)