† dream 001
“Martel….”
A deep, lengthy sigh escaped the blue-haired renegade leader as he stood at the crest of the hill, looking out upon the tower that rose up into the heavens, kissing the sky and the clouds that resided there. Yuan passed a glance over his shoulder, a frown crossing his features. He really did detest this piece of grassy earth. Detested it and loved it all at once. The place he had shared many insightful, meaningful conversations with Martel, and the very same place she was taken from him. If he lent his ears to the past, he could just barely make out her words. She was always a calm, benevolent person, but there were times where she was sharp and reprimanding. Especially when he was too quick to judge someone. She always tried to see the good in people.
“Yuan, I can’t believe you’d say that.” Then there was that cute, strong huff. She could make boulders move with just a look. Honestly, she could.
“Wretched humans…taking her from me,” Yuan muttered in disdain, looking scornfully out to the endless plains. He sighed and spared a glance down at the ring on his finger. It had faded and tarnished a bit over the four-thousand years of wearing it.
“Humans aren’t all bad, Yuan. Just have faith, okay?” And then she always smiled, even if she was hurt. She was such a strong woman-so much stronger than himself.
“Yuan?”
Yuan arched a brow and turned around completely upon hearing his name uttered. Why would
anyone know he was here? He had strictly told the renegades that-
“…Martel?”
He gawked at the back of a figure a few yards away. Indeed, the figure was garbed in the woman’s beautiful clothing, hair hidden beneath a cap. Yuan blinked a few times, uncertain what to say as his throat tightened. He said nothing and took a tentative step closer, brow furrowed. Was his true love honestly back alive? Right in front of him? This had to be a dream! She was as beautiful as the day she died and--!
“YUAN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
Yuan recoiled, and nearly choked on his own spit when the figure spun around. No, it wasn’t Martel. Definitely not Martel. It was Martel’s brother-Mithos, wearing his sister’s clothing, pathetic angry tears in his eyes.
“Mithos?!” Yuan demanded, ire in his voice as he made a move to draw his weapon.
“What are you doing?!....”
“You’re not supposed to be here, you traitor! How dare you see me like this! How dare you even get to see my sister’s clothes!-”
Yuan didn’t even want to ask. “That’s!--”
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[ A low groan escaped the curled up renegade, blue hair sprawled messily over his face. The Dreamberry is beside him, lighting up obnoxiously. With a growl, he makes a move to shut it off, because that blasted light is annoying and he can’t sleep-- and what the hell kind of dream was that?]
…What…