If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.
-Marcel Proust

When she wakes up (I'm not waking up I'm falling asleep) she's alone ( Read more... )

It's easier, now, in a way. Or something like it.

When she closes her eyes, she doesn't think of it as sleeping any more.

It's more like being totally, completely awake.

The beach again. No Susan, yet.

But she knows (she knows without questioning how) that Susan will show up in time ( Read more... )

IS THE HIM STILL THERE ( Read more... )

Lucy is hunting out Lilly. Because there might be certain things that should be shared.

Not outside, so the main bar's next, and then brothel, if she can't find Lilly in the bar.

But if that blonde hair she sees belongs to the person she thinks it does, she won't have to hunt much farther than a few tables over.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
-Anais Nin

Some nights she dreams and Susan's there ( Read more... )

Alanna,

It's possible we may need to be a tad nicer to Caspian in your part of the bet. Such as only hide most his clothing, not all. I'm uncertain how. But I feel I should do something kind, as he did ask me to marry him yesterday ( Read more... )

Matthew's not exhausted--even as tired as he feels of late--but he's enjoying the slightly spent feeling of a long day spent with a friend and good drink and not a little mischief involved as well ( Read more... )

She dreams.

She's been walking a long time, she knows (and sometimes she's a girl, and sometimes she's a woman, and sometimes she's a lioness, and, most the time, she's a little of all three) when she reaches the beach ( Read more... )

She's left him a note, because sometimes it's easier to track her family down that way, and she's practicing her archery--because there's no reason not to, and it requires just enough of her brain to keep her from daydreaming too much right now--while she waits for him to arrive.

It's not an overly large house, in Finchley, but it's large enough to hold a family.

It doesn't, now, but it looks like it still could. There's enough rooms and enough furniture, and in one of those rooms there's a wardrobe, and when the door opens and she steps out, Lucy blinks, and starts to laugh.