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applesaucedream2015-05-02 02:31 pm
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Entry tags:
- character: asmodia antarion,
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: eliot waugh,
- character: greta baker,
- character: iman asadi,
- character: james t. kirk,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: lucifer,
- character: peeta mellark,
- character: rashad durant,
- character: the balladeer,
- dropped: calliope,
- dropped: ianto jones,
- dropped: jay merrick,
- dropped: mako mori,
- dropped: nicholas rush,
- dropped: the doctor (12),
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: tim wright,
- dropped: zagreus,
- party post,
- retired: aziraphale,
- retired: bee,
- retired: melanie,
- retired: peter vincent,
- retired: yuri kostoglodov
This is My Island in the Sun [Open to All]
The Rift wouldn't say it's sorry for the fit it threw the other day, because the Rift never needs to apologize. It is (mostly) perfect, and all of its decisions are well reasoned and just. Obviously. But perhaps it has fallen into a bit of a post-tantrum sulk, because this dream is milder than one might expect. In fact, it's downright nice.
The dreamers will find themselves in an archipelago of small islands - most only a few acres in size - connected by narrow strips of sand or pebbles. The surrounding waters are calm. Little waves lap against the shorelines, and no rising tide will cut the islands off from one another. The islands themselves seem to have been lifted from every climate zone on Earth and several from beyond. Some are tropical, some colder and home to hardy conifers, some mossy and boulder-strewn, some covered in multicolored sand and odd, coral-like trees.
Most of the islands boast some kind of manmade or otherwise non-native structure, be it as small as a bench or as large as a pavilion, though there are no houses or shops to be seen. It's more like parkland, just civilized enough for a nice picnic. Some of the islands even have little grills, and a sufficiently motivated dreamer might be able to rustle up some hot dog or burger fixings if they poke around a bit.
And they'll have an extra pair of eyes to help with their searching, because their beloved dæmons have returned… again. Or perhaps they're being introduced for the first time. Regardless, it's the bi-annual dæmon dream party!
The dreamers will find themselves in an archipelago of small islands - most only a few acres in size - connected by narrow strips of sand or pebbles. The surrounding waters are calm. Little waves lap against the shorelines, and no rising tide will cut the islands off from one another. The islands themselves seem to have been lifted from every climate zone on Earth and several from beyond. Some are tropical, some colder and home to hardy conifers, some mossy and boulder-strewn, some covered in multicolored sand and odd, coral-like trees.
Most of the islands boast some kind of manmade or otherwise non-native structure, be it as small as a bench or as large as a pavilion, though there are no houses or shops to be seen. It's more like parkland, just civilized enough for a nice picnic. Some of the islands even have little grills, and a sufficiently motivated dreamer might be able to rustle up some hot dog or burger fixings if they poke around a bit.
And they'll have an extra pair of eyes to help with their searching, because their beloved dæmons have returned… again. Or perhaps they're being introduced for the first time. Regardless, it's the bi-annual dæmon dream party!
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"It's gone," he whispers. "I can feel it."
"Is this permanent?" she asks, pawing at him, trying to drag his attention back. "Is it always going to be like this now, maybe just in dreams or maybe both, Johnny, what the fuck did you do that for?"
"I don't know!" He holds her closer, trying to console her, trying to shut her up, he doesn't know. "I don't know. Please, just. Stop."
She's silent for a little moment, her nose twitching against him. "I can't," she says softly. "We can't."
Yeah, he knows. Life of fear. Always glancing over the shoulder. Always waiting for the worst. That's why he's a rabbit. Bottom of the fuckin food chain. Always, in every universe.
He settles back against a tree and stares at his monstrous house creation, which he now can't remove, and pets her for a while, and they try, they try real hard, to just let themselves be.