Prologue - Ray of Serenade
Prologue
She was spooned by someone almost exactly as tall as herself - it was warm, comfortable, somehow fuzzy around the edges. Dream? It was a dream.
Vaguely she had the idea she had had this dream before. Someone whispering in her ear. Lovingly, insistently. She tried to focus, to listen…
“..exactly the type I like, you know. Innocent. Untouched.” The unseen speaker paused, as if to smile. “Yet possessed of intelligence, wit, and an imagination. Oh yes, you’ll blush at what I say, because you’ll understand the perspective in a flash, though you will try to maintain composure.” Another pause, his voice now thoughtful. “Am I presuming too much?”
The voice…velvet, soft, humourous. Somehow very familiar. Who could it be?
“…doesn’t matter, soon, soon you will realise things. You’ll help me, won’t you? We’re the same, we’re the lead players in this song of love. Without us, they would all be…”
She tried to listen, more, but the voice faded, and the dream merged into another, dissolving at the edges, leaving a whisper of wry reassurance even as pale blue mosaic tiles swirled around her, whistling the sweetest melody.
A/N: The idea I was discussing with Jo has been tapping insistently away in the factory of my brain, so I decided to write. I actually had a few paragraphs of the first chapter -- it doesn't look very professional, nor very clear. I found myself having to describe clothes I wasn't even visualising, and also getting very confused with whether the HMP (Higher Miraculous Power -smirks-) org should be religious or scientific. At the moment is both, and I'm praying I can resolve it. XD Still, here's a teaser. :D
She was spooned by someone almost exactly as tall as herself - it was warm, comfortable, somehow fuzzy around the edges. Dream? It was a dream.
Vaguely she had the idea she had had this dream before. Someone whispering in her ear. Lovingly, insistently. She tried to focus, to listen…
“..exactly the type I like, you know. Innocent. Untouched.” The unseen speaker paused, as if to smile. “Yet possessed of intelligence, wit, and an imagination. Oh yes, you’ll blush at what I say, because you’ll understand the perspective in a flash, though you will try to maintain composure.” Another pause, his voice now thoughtful. “Am I presuming too much?”
The voice…velvet, soft, humourous. Somehow very familiar. Who could it be?
“…doesn’t matter, soon, soon you will realise things. You’ll help me, won’t you? We’re the same, we’re the lead players in this song of love. Without us, they would all be…”
She tried to listen, more, but the voice faded, and the dream merged into another, dissolving at the edges, leaving a whisper of wry reassurance even as pale blue mosaic tiles swirled around her, whistling the sweetest melody.
A/N: The idea I was discussing with Jo has been tapping insistently away in the factory of my brain, so I decided to write. I actually had a few paragraphs of the first chapter -- it doesn't look very professional, nor very clear. I found myself having to describe clothes I wasn't even visualising, and also getting very confused with whether the HMP (Higher Miraculous Power -smirks-) org should be religious or scientific. At the moment is both, and I'm praying I can resolve it. XD Still, here's a teaser. :D