The dreamscape of Ting Deyono is...well...about what you'd expect, to some degree, in its chaos. Patches of cheerfully colored flowers flow between dark, scorched or bare patches of dirt, one crawling with poisonous centipedes. A cheerful forest spotted with a few sleek, tall, high tech buildings stands against an ominous violet sky, casting most of the dreamscape into a subdued or frightening light, save for a few very bright patches where the clouds break.

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Ting herself is sitting quietly in the open meadow, hugging her knees and rocking back and forth, singing quietly to herself. She's sitting on a black, burnt patch of earth, and is mostly in shadow, but about her ankles down are trailing into one of the sunlit areas.

When Yue appears, he makes instantly certain that he's not in the form of some kind of teddy bear or bodybuilder. He actually looks like Dewei at first, which is interesting but not entirely unexpected, and takes a second to restore his form. That down, he swishes his way towards her, humming loudly to himself so that she will hear him coming.

"This is an awfully solemn place for you, Ting," he notes. No need telling her it is a dream if she doesn't already know.

Ting smiles a little when she looks up at him for a moment, and then goes back to humming. "There's something going on at the club tonight, but I'm not invited."

"Not invited?" Yue pulls up his dress a bit - he'd opted for a long, cobalt blue affair that is really very cheerful even with his wings - so as not to trip, and sits next to her. "What sort of awful party would not invite someone as much fun as you?"

"Oh, I don't know. They never invite me. Dewei goes, but he can't invite me 'cause he has to take Ai. Well, once I just went in. It was great for a bit. But then they threw me out on my ass and it hurt so now I just wait for someone to invite me!" Ting smiles. "Did they not invite you either?"

"Unfortunately, no." Yue thinks he knows where this is going. "I tried very hard to get an invitation from your mother. I had one once, but I lost it." He leans back on his hands, relaxing, in the hopes that Ting might too. "Do you really want to go to this party, though? It sounds a little too self-absorbed for our kind of tastes."

"Everyone else has fun," Ting observes. "I want to, too."

"Maybe you need to find someone to take you, then." Yue looks off to one side, where a floating image of Ale appears in the air. "That boy has invitations. I think."

Ting smiles faintly. "He's sweet. And awesome. And he plays guitar. But he's an angel too, and it sounds like he has an importantish job. I doubt he'll have time for me. I'm just silly." Settles her chin back onto her knees. "Just silliness. I want to be silliness, Yue."

"There is a lot more to you than silliness," Yue assures her. "Beauty and talent, for two. What about..." He looks over again, and a floating Makyon appears next to Ale. "I know he has an invitation for you. If he was just ballsy enough to tell you about it."

And, at that, Ting pulls knees closer. Her feet and ankles follow out of the sunlight, and she looks aside after a moment. Sniffles. "Creepy was really nice to me for a really long time and made me feel special! And I knew he wanted to invite me but he never did even though I waited and didn't even flirt with any other guys well maybe a little but hardly at all! And I waited and I waited and finally ran into another guy who seems really nice--and I didn't even mean to it just happened I swear--and then he finally invited me! I was really mad at him. Not at him. At him. At something. I don't know." Ting cuddles up against her feet.

"Ale and I had a really good time before the demon thingie happened, and he tucked me in! It was really nice. But Makyon's always there if I need him and not just once that's important." She looks up at a rumble. "I think it's going to rain again.

"Rain is good for flowers," Yue nods. "But sometimes cheering up is nice, too. Watch, Ting." He looks to the floating Ale and Makyon. Waits a moment, his eyes glowing. Quite suddenly the floating Ale turns and kisses Makyon on the lips, the image complete enough that the Makyon reacts with wide-eyed surprise. "I love being an incubus."

Ting's eyes snap wide open. "Eek!" She giggles after a few moments. "Aw, poor Makyon." She blinks, and the building light suddenly fades again. "Wait. Ale's still gay? I thought he liked girls now...." Cuddles back up to her knees. "I guess I should see if Makyon still likes me, then. He'll always take me, I think...unless Ale turns him gay too...." Sniffles. "I don't want to lose both of them, Yue!"

Yue keeps himself from cracking up. "Ale is not gay, dear. Not unless he thinks you're a boy, the way he was dancing with you." He doesn't really know what the 'still' means, but glosses over it. "And Makyon? Heavens know. Pardon the phrase, but that man would follow a vagina into a tornado." He looks to the images. Contemplates having them strip. Decides not to... this is Ting's dream, not his. 

"You have to decide for yourself how you want things to be. And if nothing else you can always come talk to me, and we can be confused together." He decides to go out on a limb, and reaches out to lay his arm over her shoulder.

Ting's as clingy in her dreams as she is awake, so she cuddles right up to him. "Stinky boys," she mutters.

"Now Ting," Yue lowers his voice this close to her sensitive ears, "you know very well that I am a boy, too." Ale and Makyon wink out of sight, replaced by a dark haired incubus man who looks like he could be Yue's twin brother. "That would be me if I did not have this gorgeous face and figure."

Ting colors a little bit. "He's smokin' hot," she admits. "Well...is that you?"

Yue smiles sadly. "Only as I would be if I looked the gender that I am. Although... here, I can be anyone you want me to be." He considers that for a second. It must be instinctual to go there, as an incubus.

Ting doesn't seem the least bit repulsed by the obvious come-on, though. If anything's she's welcoming to it, and looks up at Yue with her big grey eyes, chin on his upper arm. "Well. If you could choose, what would you be?"

The incubus looks at his male self. An image of him as a female, dressed in a conservative one-piece swimsuit, appears next to the male, whose clothing reverts to a pair of dress pants and no shirt. "I have thought about that more than I would be comfortable telling most people, Ting." He looks down to her, smiles at her cuteness. "Someone I used to be with loved me for my manliness, at least, in my personality. I used to carry myself more like... hm. Like I was a man in a woman disguise. She liked to be hugged hard and ruled over, dominated, the whole bit. And I was okay with that. Then... things changed, little bit by little bit. I started to feel less in tune with that part of myself. I wanted to be ruled. I wanted to be held, and I wanted to be allowed to cry. She stopped loving me not long after that started happening." Yue closes his eyes. "I love women. They are soft and pleasant, and sensitive, and kiss so sweetly! Holding a woman feels so good... but I love men, too. Hard and strong men. I love to be held in thick arms, and to smell that horrible sweat stink they get sometimes. I love to be shoved up against a wall, Ting, and I love to do the shoving as well." 

Yue shakes his head slowly. "I could never choose, Ting, with a clear conscience." Though he had to, without question, he would choose female. That he keeps to himself, because he's not sure what Ting wants to hear. "I apologize for the disseration, though."

She smiles. "Nah...I think it's sweet. Besides, if you're two people inside, you've just got to be two people inside." She almost knows where she's coming from with that statement. Not to the same degree. But almost. For now, she turns quickly, a hand moving to the inside front of Yue's shoulder, and slams him to his back, her face set into a teasing smile near his as she holds him there. "So. You like that, huh?"

"Gyah!" Yue's eyes pop wide, for a split second registering something like terror, but changing just as quickly into 'what the hell...?'

"... yes. Yes, I-I do. Ting, um..." I'm the incubus here, lady?

Ting giggles, and her other hand pins his other shoulder. "Then why so tense? You're worse than my brother when Ai was flirting with him a month ago."

"I just wasn't expecting... this. You, ah..." His heart is racing, breathing quick and shallow. Ting is treading in dangerous territory, right now. He cannot speak, though he wants to warn her that she has his rapt attention right now.

"I what?" Ting tilts her head, face turning slightly sad-kitty, although she doesn't unpin him. "Don't you like me? Or think I'm pretty?"

Yue shakes his head vigorously. "Heavens no, Ting, you are beautiful, you..." Incubus, right? Nothing wrong could result in this. Could it? 

Of course not.

Is it really betraying Felina?

Felina does not love you, Yue, she never will again.

"I am afraid, Ting," he answers, his voice quivering. "If you... if you do not let me up, I am afraid that I am going to beg you to ravage me." He swallows, staring up at her. "I don't want to push you..."

Ting smiles a small, fangy, coy grin. "Hmm...well, I..." her face fades a moment after she leans closer. "You don't want to."

His eyes harden a bit, and he squirms under her paws. He's shaking all over, feels so unbelievably warm...

"I do, Ting, please... I do...!" His lovely face is nothing but desperation. He wasn't kidding, it seems, as certain other evidence suggests. "Use me, Ting, use me to make yourself happy... but please, do it now!"

Ting smiles, and leans forward, and kisses him, hard. No more nonsense here.

He can almost feel himself melting. What a strange thing, for an incubus to be seduced by his target... in all his life he has never been more turned on. He returns Ting's kiss, letting her lips own him, control him. Sorry, Orrin. But... hot.

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And it's actually quite some time later when Ting is curled contentedly on Yue's chest, in a floaty state of demi-dozing, a little smile on her lips.

Yue is still just blow away. He had come here hoping to cheer her up, and then, she... yeah. They had both needed this, and Ting had been fantastic about catering to his needs. He thinks his dream self might be bruised, actually. His smile is sincere, though, and his hand that strokes her punky hair is just so.

"Ting," he whispers to her, "that was surreal. I've never been so... thoroughly taken before." The next question is going to be a hard one, but he has to ask. "Will this be a good memory for you, Ting...?" If not, he has the power to leave it out of her recollection. If so... well."

Ting giggles. "Of course, silly. That was great." She leans up to kiss his cheek, and settles back in.

Of course, much unlike her father, Ting doesn't know when a dream's a dream. It's hard to tell what waking Ting will think of dream Ting's altered consciousnous.

Moral dilemma... Yue closes his eyes, thinking hard. Ting doesn't need this. She doesn't need this confusion to go with what she already has. He will have to do some creative doctoring of her dream, though... he wants her to be able to remember the peace, and the good feeling of being close to someone. He wants her to remember the confidence, and the sheer release of frustration that what they've done can cause.

It hurts him, yes. But still... Ting needs this happiness, not Yue. He smiles at her, hugs her getntly to himself for a little longer.

"When you wake up," he whispers, "this sunlight will be you. This peace, Ting. When you wake up, I know that you will be able to find a way into the party. When you wake up, Ting, remember that Yue will be there to help you whenever and however you need it." Kisses her hair. "Promise me?"

Ting, of course, doesn't know the underlying meaning of that. And, for her part, seems oblivious to it, and just smiles a "cute" smile once he leans back again. "Okeeokee. Promise," she purrs, and settles back down.

The incubus gives her hair a long, gentle stroke, and begins the process of removing his consciousness from Ting's mindscape. 

Thank you, Ting...