Meditation

*All elements of Mystere and Kooza belong to Cirque Du Soleil…I felt like writing something, HOPEFULLY, to get myself back in the game…and because my UN-inspiration (and lack of energy) needed to be vented…

…Lost. That was the ONLY word he could think of…LOST…

He was GONE. After what seemed like FOREVOR ago of jumping out of that scarlet box of his and conjuring that AMAZING gold and scarlet tower...RIGHT in the middle of his own world of cooler, calmer turquoise and blue…he was GONE…

Moha-Samedi found himself staring at the ceiling, still feeling…lost. The word seemed to ECHO in his mind over and over and OVER AND OVER-!

But WHY? Wasn't THIS what he had WANTED? To FINALLY be out of that…that…CUNNING, SLY, MANIPULATIVE BASTARD'S EYES-?

…His eyes…those HAUNTING eyes…it seemed from the FIRST MOMENT that man…that SON OF LOKI…gazed upon the man in pink…his eyes BORE into his VERY SOUL...and now…he was TRAPPED, LOST in those eyes…gazing at him every time he closed his eye lids…

But OH it wasn't just the EYES he was lost in when he closed his eyes…he felt warm hands, grazing about his skin…he tasted those ruby lips, kissing his neck, his cheeks…climbing up all the way onto his mouth-!

Moha's eyes would shoot open…and it would all disappear…

NORMALLY...heh, if there WERE such a thing…well, SEMI-Normally, he would have groaned at the thought of losing sleep…ESPECIALLY to VISIONS of a man who once he mistakened (especially in his attire of Gold and Scarlet) to be the DEVIL-!

Now it felt as if he were drifting off more and more if he could JUST get a TASTE of those lips…to feel his hands on him once more…where part of his mind still fought it, his heart and body CRAVED it…

His heart…his heart was NOT where it used to be…so CERTAIN of his place, his world, his FAMILY-! Now…Now it was drifting, racing, travelling AGAINST time AND Space just to REACH HIM, SPEAK to him, TOUCH him…

As Moha allowed these thoughts to race through his wandering mind, he suddenly noticed that at the thought of what Trickster's gold-painted fingers used to bring out in his soul, Moha realized that his hands were…they COULDN'T be TREMBLING, could they? He raised his hands up to his face…certainly enough, his hands were SHAKING VIOLENTELY…Moha choked in a gasp as tears blurred his sight…

Oh Gods WHY-? To think once he would have given ANYTHING for things to be the way they were BEFORE that…that TRICKSTER-!

Now…without him…the Narrator of Mystere felt SO LOST…