Chapter #79Aparijita Speaks by: Seuzz   "You wanna fuck me, Gordon?" you tease him. "Are you hot for Kim?"
"I dunno how to answer that," Gordon says as he lumbers over.
You giggle. "You can tell the truth. I won't be pissed."
"She's not in my top ten, I can tell you that," he says.
"You'll have more choices," you say, and wrap your arms around him.
"I could give you a list. Oh, hell, I'll take what's available." He sits down heavily and pulls you onto his lap. His eager kisses are sloppy.
And you? You've got three psyches warring inside you, though none are very enthusiastic. But it's in some intersection of Chelsea's and Kim's personae that you find satisfaction. Kim is such a goody-goody; she'd never cheat with another girl's boyfriend, and she'd be far too cautious to mess with Chelsea and Gordon, even if she was attracted to the latter. But Chelsea-- Laughter bubbles inside you as you rub Chelsea's mind inside Kim's. I'm Kim Walsh, you think. And I'm doing something Kim would never do.
You are cold in your nakedness, and you rub yourself against Gordon, and pull off his shirt so you can rub against his hot skin. You unzip his stiff jeans and tug them down; his thick cock springs out, touching your pussy. "Mm, Gordon," you murmur throatily. "You're so big, and I'm so tight. Unlock me. Give me what you've been giving Chelsea. Make me yours."
He falls upon his back, and you straddle him, pressing one free hand against his cock and pushing it into your tidy little bush. He flinches--your hand must be cold--and wriggles around he can slide his tip inside you. It's a tight fit, and you gasp and groan as you settle onto him. It's like being impaled, and you grimace as he thrusts deeper inside you. You have balance up high on him as he starts to work, and you have to keep reminding yourself: I'm Kim Walsh, and I'm fucking Gordon Black. I'm cheating with him behind Chelsea's back. She'd be so furious if she found out. I'm being a very bad girl, but no one will ever find out ...
A few shudders of pleasures pass through you, but Gordon cums long before you've thawed and loosened up. And then it all seems very silly; and you've got things to do. You dismount him with relief, clean up the sloppiness as best you can, and get dressed. You're going to be late for work.
* * * * *
Kim works at Wal-Mart on weekends and after school, and works tirelessly and conscientiously. You armor yourself in her sense of duty--though you're bored to distraction as you stock and move items and help the boorish customers and chat quietly with coworkers--and remind yourself that it's all part of the pretense and part of the plan. No one, even the people outside of school, should suspect that Kim Walsh is an imposter.
But your mind is humming busily as you go through the rote motions. You have one more set of essentia to put in play, and one more ex-Stellae to bring back. Aparijita, a professional like Rick, whose ousiarchs were Perelandra and Catalindria.
Perelandra: That's the planet of creative influences, often identified with plant life and with procreation. Not a "fertility spirit" as such, and not an erotic one, either; but the inspiration of creation and generation. A muse, Frank had explained to Chelsea during their first meditation exercise.
Catalindria: That's the planet of anarchy, evolution, and creative destruction; a wrecker of old dreams so that new ones can burst forth. "They're hard to work with," Frank had said. "I've only met a few of them. They try your patience."
Together, Rick had told you, they gave Aparijita a manna-like ability to draw energy from the environment, store it, and share it with others. He hadn't said anything else about her personality.
So those are three rather distinctive personality types you could find a home for: a Perelandra-like beauty; a Catalindrian troublemaker; and a combination that banks and shares (and maybe amplifies) power and energy. You wrack your brain for a Westside student who might meet all three requirements.
Maybe it's Chelsea's own ego that suggests that Chelsea Cooper should have been the home for those.
But then there's Aparajita's own personality to take into consideration. You don't know her; none of those in your group knew her well, since she was not, technically, a member of the Stellae Errantes.
It finally comes to you that the best way to choose a home for Aparijita is to let her choose it herself.
* * * * *
"Frank. Jordan." The college student gives you a quizzical look as you try to figure out what to call him. It's less of a problem for Chelsea, when she's at home with him, and has to use her brother's name. But you're back in your own body, standing in a loose knot with your three partners in the loft. It took awhile to arrange this late Saturday meeting, as it involved summoning people from their various weekend pursuits as well as bringing yourself and Jonathan Straussler's golem along. The golem has vanished, as you've taken the Eastman student's mask off the thing and laid the remnants in the middle of the sigil sheet.
"I want to borrow your body for a bit," you continue, giving up on the naming problem. "If that's okay, of course."
"Why do you need it?" he asks. Even more than Joe, he has seized on your promise to leave people alone.
"I'm going to bring Aparijita back," you say. "And I want to merge her memories with Chelsea's, so that she's got a set of Westside experiences. I told you, I want her to pick out her new body, and she has to know what the possibilities are."
"But why do you need to use my body?" he stubbornly demands.
"Because you've got more stamina, bro," Chelsea answers for you. She's out of Kim's mask temporarily. "You know how it wipes him out."
"So it'll wipe me out if he uses me," her brother says.
"You can bear it better," she says.
"You'll put in your anima, too, right?" says Mr. Hagerman.
"Of course," you say. "She'll need controlling, and she'll need to know--"
"Point is," the altered Joe Durras interrupts. "Your anima will also give her memories of Westside."
"I want her to see things from Chelsea's point of view. She's got a better handle on things."
"So, if I understand this," Joe continues patiently. "You're going to put your anima and Chelsea's memories and Aparijita's imago onto this golem."
"Right. Why are you--?"
"And after she picks a place?"
"We take her apart again. We'd have to anyway, after we get her new body for her." Your brow furrows. "I already explained this. Why is it so hard for you?"
"What I don't understand," he says, and doesn't bother to hide a smile. "What I don't get is why we have to go through all this bother. You can get the same result just by putting Aparijita's mask onto Chelsea." He nudges the cheerleader. "Will Prescott's anima, Chelsea's memories, and Aparijita's personality all in one package. And it's not nearly as hard."
You glower at him. He's so fucking smart. But he's right, and you want to kick yourself for not seeing Joe's much easier solution. "Well, maybe I want to do it the hard way," you holler, and then deflate at the other's snicker. "Let's seal it up," you say as you pick the mask off the floor. "And then--"
* * * * *
She's older than you remember, with finer lines about her eyes. Maybe it's because you were looking at her with Rick Bredon's eyes that she seemed very young. But Aparijita was probably nearer forty than thirty. Not that you're going to ask her, even if it is Chelsea operating her body.
She's pacing the loft, not speaking, her eyes not taking in the room. You and the others shift awkwardly from foot to foot. You don't interrupt her, and you've nothing to say to each other. You're conscious that you're in the presence of a much more experienced user of magic, even if it is a disguise, and even if the disguise doesn't come with her essentia or her powers. Uneasily, you feel the temptation to slide inside Chelsea, to see what she's thinking and feeling, given that she's got a much more mature and experienced mind to explore.
"There aren't any good choices," she says at last. There's just a tincture of an accent in her voice, which is full and throaty. "They're all such children," she adds with a trace of a sneer.
"Put her in an adult, then," Joe suggests. "A teacher? A parent? Maybe Straussler's mom?"
"And it's all very different here in the United States," Chelsea continues in what might be a reply. "Putting her inside anyone would be a culture clash. It would have to be someone mature," she adds thoughtfully. "Or someone who holds aloof from the crowd."
That leaves you at a loss, and you frown at the seeming dead end. "Who would work best, then?" Joe asks. "Maybe someone Frank knows at the college?"
"Andrea Varnsworth," Chelsea says. "Here at Westside, she could work. She stands apart. But Eldibria would have been a better fit for her."
"I don't want to shift essentia around anymore," you protest.
Chelsea turns to give you a very long and measured look. "I can only think of one other person who could fit with her," she says. "And you won't like it."
You brace yourself, though you've no idea what she's going to say.
So it's still a shock when she says it. "Lisa Yarborough."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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