⌘ Dream ⌘ [o3]
Warnings: ... Unending amounts of cute. Oh and a bit of headcanon on my part guessing what his sister was like.
Effects: Diabetes Nothing in particular. Just the feeling of being loved substantially.
Privacy: Public ♥
The scene is one of tranquility as the dream begins: light shines down upon a large garden full of flowers, and a boy, possibly around seven or six, wearing a somewhat Victorian era-looking outfit--white clothing with a purple ribbon and dark purple slacks--is seated at a small tea table in the middle of the garden. Various flowers of all kinds adorn the landscape, yellows and reds and purples, all kinds of colors splash the area. The child is swinging his legs happily, in the childish way an excited boy would, a plate of freshly baked cookies in front of him along with some fresh tea. The china is some very expensive-looking kind, too; the property itself appears to be an estate of some kind. Glancing in front of him, the child fixes his glasses, takes a cookie, and bites into it, making an absolute mess of the crumbs. A tall woman dressed in an elegant purple dress approaches from behind him, helping to wipe off the child's face with a lace kerchief. The boy giggles, obviously enjoying the attention.
"Honestly, Carl... how many times have I told you not to make such a mess of yourself? You might ruin your clothes." She said, trying to be stern, but failing--her smile was too warm, and her green eyes and slightly subdued joking, but soft tone was anything but to her little brother. "Really... what am I going to do with you?"
She placed her hands on her hips in a playful manner, and the boy giggles again, but this time he pulls a large book out of a bag from around his chair as he does so. The bookmark in it as he opens it up is a four-leaved clover; the book is a fairytale of some kind. It also seems quite old. His sister, who had been tending to a nearby rosebush, goes back to her work for a few minutes, until Carl gets the courage up enough to ask her what he's been thinking about.
"Hey, Sis?" He asks the older girl, who turns from her work tending to a nearby rose bush, her back to her younger brother, humming a lullaby of some kind. She looks up as he addresses her.
"What is it?" Her tone is inquisitive, but she has a feeling she knows what he's going to ask.
"I want to hear one of the stories in here." Shaking her head, the girl smiles. Ah, so she'd been correct.
"Let's see... oh. That's a very easy book, you know. Especially for someone as smart as you are. You're growing up, after all. Soon you'll be far too smart for even me!" She messed his hair up, laughing. "You can't expect me to read to you forever, can you?" The boy laughed a little, too, but had a bit of a pleading look to him--one that he knew his sister just couldn't resist.
"But Ada, your narrations are always much more fun than mine... please? Just once?" Giving in, the girl smiled, putting her pruning shears down before looking at their afternoon tea. "Alright, then. Finish your snack first, okay? You should never waste food--one must be thankful for what one has, after all. We are very fortunate compared to some of the people living in lower elevations, may God bless them, after all."
The boy nods, and once the teacup is emptied and the plate is gone, turns his attention to a large oak tree not far from the garden. Attached to the tree is a ornately decorated wood swing: a bench for two. The swing itself has a fine latticework design, and small vines growing around the grooves of the lattices, with little red flowers. Sitting down, breathing in and enjoying the warm summer day, Ada takes the book, lays down, and Carl soon follows her, squeezing in next to her to get a glance at the pictures on the page. His face is aglow with curiosity, joy, and a general sense of happiness. As she begins reading the fairy tale to her younger brother, slowly, drowsiness begins to tug at his eyelids, and after just ten or so minutes, Carl falls asleep right on his sister's lap. Closing the book and placing the four-leaved clover back into the pages, Ada smiles down at him, rubbing his head, and enjoying the noise of the various birds around them as she picks the boy up, careful not to wake him, and takes him inside the house, laying him to sleep. With a kindly glance, she presses a kiss to the sleeping child's forehead, and leaves the large bedroom.
"Goodnight, Carl. Sleep well."
Quietly, in his sleep, the boy mumbles back, "Goodnight... Ada..."
[ When Carl wakes up, he rubs his eyes, casting a glance to Nirvana, melancholy on his face. He missed those days very much. ] You know, Sis... Alice reminds me a little of you...
[ And with that, Carl reaches for the Dreamberry, but before he shuts it off, notices a small glowing object next to his nightstand. Putting his glasses on, he finds a glowing, crystal-like figurine of Nirvana. Surprised, he blinks, smiling just a bit, before shutting the Dreamberry off, finally. ]
Effects: Diabetes Nothing in particular. Just the feeling of being loved substantially.
Privacy: Public ♥
The scene is one of tranquility as the dream begins: light shines down upon a large garden full of flowers, and a boy, possibly around seven or six, wearing a somewhat Victorian era-looking outfit--white clothing with a purple ribbon and dark purple slacks--is seated at a small tea table in the middle of the garden. Various flowers of all kinds adorn the landscape, yellows and reds and purples, all kinds of colors splash the area. The child is swinging his legs happily, in the childish way an excited boy would, a plate of freshly baked cookies in front of him along with some fresh tea. The china is some very expensive-looking kind, too; the property itself appears to be an estate of some kind. Glancing in front of him, the child fixes his glasses, takes a cookie, and bites into it, making an absolute mess of the crumbs. A tall woman dressed in an elegant purple dress approaches from behind him, helping to wipe off the child's face with a lace kerchief. The boy giggles, obviously enjoying the attention.
"Honestly, Carl... how many times have I told you not to make such a mess of yourself? You might ruin your clothes." She said, trying to be stern, but failing--her smile was too warm, and her green eyes and slightly subdued joking, but soft tone was anything but to her little brother. "Really... what am I going to do with you?"
She placed her hands on her hips in a playful manner, and the boy giggles again, but this time he pulls a large book out of a bag from around his chair as he does so. The bookmark in it as he opens it up is a four-leaved clover; the book is a fairytale of some kind. It also seems quite old. His sister, who had been tending to a nearby rosebush, goes back to her work for a few minutes, until Carl gets the courage up enough to ask her what he's been thinking about.
"Hey, Sis?" He asks the older girl, who turns from her work tending to a nearby rose bush, her back to her younger brother, humming a lullaby of some kind. She looks up as he addresses her.
"What is it?" Her tone is inquisitive, but she has a feeling she knows what he's going to ask.
"I want to hear one of the stories in here." Shaking her head, the girl smiles. Ah, so she'd been correct.
"Let's see... oh. That's a very easy book, you know. Especially for someone as smart as you are. You're growing up, after all. Soon you'll be far too smart for even me!" She messed his hair up, laughing. "You can't expect me to read to you forever, can you?" The boy laughed a little, too, but had a bit of a pleading look to him--one that he knew his sister just couldn't resist.
"But Ada, your narrations are always much more fun than mine... please? Just once?" Giving in, the girl smiled, putting her pruning shears down before looking at their afternoon tea. "Alright, then. Finish your snack first, okay? You should never waste food--one must be thankful for what one has, after all. We are very fortunate compared to some of the people living in lower elevations, may God bless them, after all."
The boy nods, and once the teacup is emptied and the plate is gone, turns his attention to a large oak tree not far from the garden. Attached to the tree is a ornately decorated wood swing: a bench for two. The swing itself has a fine latticework design, and small vines growing around the grooves of the lattices, with little red flowers. Sitting down, breathing in and enjoying the warm summer day, Ada takes the book, lays down, and Carl soon follows her, squeezing in next to her to get a glance at the pictures on the page. His face is aglow with curiosity, joy, and a general sense of happiness. As she begins reading the fairy tale to her younger brother, slowly, drowsiness begins to tug at his eyelids, and after just ten or so minutes, Carl falls asleep right on his sister's lap. Closing the book and placing the four-leaved clover back into the pages, Ada smiles down at him, rubbing his head, and enjoying the noise of the various birds around them as she picks the boy up, careful not to wake him, and takes him inside the house, laying him to sleep. With a kindly glance, she presses a kiss to the sleeping child's forehead, and leaves the large bedroom.
"Goodnight, Carl. Sleep well."
Quietly, in his sleep, the boy mumbles back, "Goodnight... Ada..."
[ When Carl wakes up, he rubs his eyes, casting a glance to Nirvana, melancholy on his face. He missed those days very much. ] You know, Sis... Alice reminds me a little of you...
[ And with that, Carl reaches for the Dreamberry, but before he shuts it off, notices a small glowing object next to his nightstand. Putting his glasses on, he finds a glowing, crystal-like figurine of Nirvana. Surprised, he blinks, smiling just a bit, before shutting the Dreamberry off, finally. ]