Hey, This is Private! (Monroe)
Sept 17, 2013 3:58:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2013 3:58:24 GMT -5
Phen didn't typically fall asleep outside the comfort of his own room, but today he was particularly sleepy for some reason, and found himself nodding off out underneath a shady tree in the courtyard. Not having anything better to do since the hallucinations from his dust had worn out a little while before, he let himself drift off, not caring if anyone found him; it was getting later in the evening, so hopefully most everyone was busy with dinner or something anyway.
He often had very visual dreams that he was pretty good at recalling; he didn't know if it was a side effect of his power or the dust or what, but he often enjoyed what came, as long as they weren't nightmares, which they sometimes were. Today, however, he was dropped into a scene he had been finding himself in more and more often lately, much to his own disbelief and growing confusion as to how he felt about this certain individual.
It was a warm, quiet summer evening, and the sun was starting to set over the horizon, casting warm rays over the area. Phoenix was sitting at the top of a grassy hill underneath an apple tree, with old picket fencing some ways down the hill and a field of swaying grass surrounding him, until the field met a forest a distance away. He felt calm, content, and more peaceful than he ever did in his waking hours.
Phen looked down, and saw his fingers entangled with someone else's. He didn't need to look up to see who it was. "Why the hell do I keep havin' this sappy dream?" he wondered aloud, a light smile on his face as he looked up at Oriel.
It never lasted in this peaceful scenery long, though - he knew, soon enough, the small, dreamy portion of his mind would be overrun by the needy, dark side, and everything would warp into something much more abstract.
He often had very visual dreams that he was pretty good at recalling; he didn't know if it was a side effect of his power or the dust or what, but he often enjoyed what came, as long as they weren't nightmares, which they sometimes were. Today, however, he was dropped into a scene he had been finding himself in more and more often lately, much to his own disbelief and growing confusion as to how he felt about this certain individual.
It was a warm, quiet summer evening, and the sun was starting to set over the horizon, casting warm rays over the area. Phoenix was sitting at the top of a grassy hill underneath an apple tree, with old picket fencing some ways down the hill and a field of swaying grass surrounding him, until the field met a forest a distance away. He felt calm, content, and more peaceful than he ever did in his waking hours.
Phen looked down, and saw his fingers entangled with someone else's. He didn't need to look up to see who it was. "Why the hell do I keep havin' this sappy dream?" he wondered aloud, a light smile on his face as he looked up at Oriel.
It never lasted in this peaceful scenery long, though - he knew, soon enough, the small, dreamy portion of his mind would be overrun by the needy, dark side, and everything would warp into something much more abstract.
