sm_monthly June 8 theme
Title: Relating Dreams
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Pre-series--Bedtime story
Genre: Romance, Angst
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
It sounded like any one of Mio’s flights of fancy. Last week she had wanted to fight aliens with ray guns and the week before to train sled dogs.
“I’m going to marry a handsome prince and be a princess. I’ve been dreaming about him every night.”
“That’s called puberty.”
“Shut up.” She got hit in the shoulder with a pillow. “Not like that.”
“What then?”
“We are destined true loves, who will not be separated by mere death and rebirth. My memory of the past is lost but my heart still knows.”
“You could always write romance novels when you don’t get into a good high school.”
“You want purple prose? A prince with hair as dark as a raven’s wing--”
“Covered in carrion.”
“--his armor finely worked and a flowing cape--”
“No wonder these past lives died.”
“His bodyguards have fallen back so he can greet me. ‘My lady,’ he says to me in a language I don’t understand but do. Now that we’re so close, I can finally see that his eyes are--”
“Blue.”
“See, you do understand me. That’s why we’re best friends.”
“Right…”
“Oh, and my hair is red for some reason.”
“Red?”
“Orangey red. What did you expect?”
“Green.”
“You can have green hair in the past then. I’ll be trendy and you’ll be a technicolor clown.”
“If we ever were on the same page, I think the world would end.”
“Let’s turn in early. I have prince hunting to do in the morning and I want time for REM sleep before then. I haven’t gotten his name yet.”
“How about yours?” she asked despite the echo or memory of a memory of him saying ‘Lady Pluto.’
“Lady Beryl. Pretty, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.”
“Good night.”
Mio wasn’t at school that Monday, but then neither was Setsuna.
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Pre-series--Bedtime story
Genre: Romance, Angst
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
It sounded like any one of Mio’s flights of fancy. Last week she had wanted to fight aliens with ray guns and the week before to train sled dogs.
“I’m going to marry a handsome prince and be a princess. I’ve been dreaming about him every night.”
“That’s called puberty.”
“Shut up.” She got hit in the shoulder with a pillow. “Not like that.”
“What then?”
“We are destined true loves, who will not be separated by mere death and rebirth. My memory of the past is lost but my heart still knows.”
“You could always write romance novels when you don’t get into a good high school.”
“You want purple prose? A prince with hair as dark as a raven’s wing--”
“Covered in carrion.”
“--his armor finely worked and a flowing cape--”
“No wonder these past lives died.”
“His bodyguards have fallen back so he can greet me. ‘My lady,’ he says to me in a language I don’t understand but do. Now that we’re so close, I can finally see that his eyes are--”
“Blue.”
“See, you do understand me. That’s why we’re best friends.”
“Right…”
“Oh, and my hair is red for some reason.”
“Red?”
“Orangey red. What did you expect?”
“Green.”
“You can have green hair in the past then. I’ll be trendy and you’ll be a technicolor clown.”
“If we ever were on the same page, I think the world would end.”
“Let’s turn in early. I have prince hunting to do in the morning and I want time for REM sleep before then. I haven’t gotten his name yet.”
“How about yours?” she asked despite the echo or memory of a memory of him saying ‘Lady Pluto.’
“Lady Beryl. Pretty, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.”
“Good night.”
Mio wasn’t at school that Monday, but then neither was Setsuna.