World Without Choice

The first of several
pieces done for prompts at the anonymous Tales of the Abyss kink meme on
livejournal. All prompting and writing was done incognito.

I like these things,
as you can probably tell from the springkink fics I do (and still need to post
a lot of from the round before the last one…). It seems like the meme has kind
of died out now, but it was fun while it lasted.

Prompt: style='color:black'>Lorelei/Asch, tentacle porn

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He asks
the replica if it has ever felt another mind intruding on it, being blurred,
and of course it doesn't know what he's talking about: how euphemistic can he
get?

It started when he synced its fon slots with his, so
this has to be his fault somehow. He thought it was its mind at first, but he
had the thing captive after Akzeriuth and it doesn't feel anything like this.

He doesn't know what the triggers are, except that it's usually when he's
asleep. He would get his hands on a fon slot seal, Van
has a supply, but what excuse could he give?

That he can feel, sometimes, a tendril of fonons intruding through the class=GramE>fon slots he uses to gather power? It's usually just one at
first, and he can feel it within his body, stimulating his nerves with strange
sensations. There's nothing physical, he can't brush it away and trying to use
his fon slots for an arte
won't budge it. If he fights more come faster, seeking the places and feelings
that will make him lie there tamely, wanting, all of them open wide in a way
that would risk a hyperresonance normally but this isn't normal.

It's a strange consideration that makes it wait until he's willing and wanting
before intruding into his mind. And yet, is it still mental rape if he's never
given a choice about ending up in that state?

Eventually his mouth will open soundlessly and one will flow into his mind, and
he knows it's the seventh fonon, the fonon of memory, because he is bombarded
with strange scattered memories of inhuman vastness that he cannot comprehend,
until Asch is lost in the power and the glory that Van wishes to seize and he
knows what this is, the creator of the Score, the one that condemns him to this
fate, but he cannot mind because of that consideration, that caring, that
drowns its perfect (precious) isofon in rapture physical and inhuman so that he
cannot muster the will to object as he is examined, in mind and body, every
inch and he cannot feel them but he feels what they cause, flowing through him
as he lies there and takes it so gratefully.

And it takes the memory, too, in that strange mercy, so that he only knows what
will happen as it happens. It's a great mercy, because
otherwise he would be trapped between fear of it and desire for it every second
of every day.

When it reaches for them at the same time, after the replica's battle, he is
amazed to discover that the replica feels pain. The replica seals itself up,
perhaps the reason it cannot use fonic artes, leaving Lorelei to batter at its class=GramE>fon slots as it grimaces in pain.

Asch half hates it for being strong enough to resist and holds it in contempt
for choosing pain over divine rapture.