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multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm
baedalites) wrote in multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm
Entry tags:
- @ ~ dreamscape,
- alexia swiftdawn,
- ava lockhart,
- charles xavier,
- hellboy,
- irene adler,
- james t. kirk,
- jones,
- nuala ní balor,
- rachel conway,
- steve rogers,
- } alan shore,
- } alter ego,
- } astrid farnsworth,
- } barbara gordon,
- } charity burbage,
- } don draper,
- } hermione granger,
- } mycroft holmes,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } nuada airgetsléa,
- } philomena flores,
- } rex lewis,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } sherlock holmes,
- } stephanie brown
birds singing in the sycamore tree
As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.
After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
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And so do his thoughts reach the princess, it seems, drifting like breaths of smoke—a memory of fragile paper, curling, crumbling in his hands, released again to the wind upon being read. He had turned, then, and walked in a new direction. Slipped into a shadow and was gone.
I know where you are now. Where you lay dreaming.
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I do not hide.
Not in this city; not from him, now.
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By no means is this a threat—it is merely a fact, as inevitable as the passage of time, and it occurs to him naturally, with no sense of pride or posturing. But there is a sort of curling, perhaps, at the edges. The prince enjoys knowing this.
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Not only here and not only now but for centuries she has waited, the war-drum beat of his heart pounding in her own chest as a reminder and a reproach both; that she must know him in her own hands when once she could have taken his. She has waited, and waited, and waited and the words are ash, too, ash in her mouth, a regret shaped cold and bright in this shared dream.
It had been a mistake to wait. She should have acted. Where might they have been, if she had but acted.
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But this... this place. It has welcomed me. Never mind that he had to fight his way in; scars are old news to him and so he's already moved past these freshest ones. I like it much better than the last.