And So He Dreams (5/5)
Title: And So He Dreams (5/5)
Fandom, Characters: HIMYM, Barney, various
Summary: Welcome to Barney Stinson Dreamverse. There's five dreams - some written for particular bros, some written in response to prompts at the Drabble-a-thon
Written for: Everyone, you know who you are...
Rating: G
They're all on a hike up a mountain path. Pilgrims and tourists. Backpacks, ponchos, bare feet, parkas, sharp sunshine, dusty path littered with sharp little stones.
James marches on ahead and he can't keep up with his pace, but James won't stop for him, not even after he calls out to him. He's so happy to see his friends come up beside him, wearing party hats and blowing smoke rings and fish-shaped bubbles and Marshall's wearing snow shoes so everyone laughs about that and he's happy.
And suddenly he's thinking he should have kissed her. He should have kissed her. There's no such thing as the signal but he should have kissed her. Simple as that, he should have just kissed her.
But he's forgotten how to kiss and doesn't have wi-fi here to check wikipedia (he makes a mental note to fire Marshall for that soon) but he's so happy but dammit everybody else is here too, so he grabs her hand and pulls her down the path, laughing, stumbling, pushing against the flow of faceless people till the road's turned around a bend and the others are out of sight and he pulls her in and kisses her. She pulls back slowly, then kisses him, softly capturing his lower lip between both of hers and he can feel the sunshine streaming from behind her hair, the smell of ci-
-nnammon her breath as she kisses him awake, lightly stroking the length of his nose with the tip of her own, leaning over him with a hand on his cheek and his dreams dissolve into nothingness in the quiet of morning, the shadows driven away by the rising sun.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Fandom, Characters: HIMYM, Barney, various
Summary: Welcome to Barney Stinson Dreamverse. There's five dreams - some written for particular bros, some written in response to prompts at the Drabble-a-thon
Written for: Everyone, you know who you are...
Rating: G
They're all on a hike up a mountain path. Pilgrims and tourists. Backpacks, ponchos, bare feet, parkas, sharp sunshine, dusty path littered with sharp little stones.
James marches on ahead and he can't keep up with his pace, but James won't stop for him, not even after he calls out to him. He's so happy to see his friends come up beside him, wearing party hats and blowing smoke rings and fish-shaped bubbles and Marshall's wearing snow shoes so everyone laughs about that and he's happy.
And suddenly he's thinking he should have kissed her. He should have kissed her. There's no such thing as the signal but he should have kissed her. Simple as that, he should have just kissed her.
But he's forgotten how to kiss and doesn't have wi-fi here to check wikipedia (he makes a mental note to fire Marshall for that soon) but he's so happy but dammit everybody else is here too, so he grabs her hand and pulls her down the path, laughing, stumbling, pushing against the flow of faceless people till the road's turned around a bend and the others are out of sight and he pulls her in and kisses her. She pulls back slowly, then kisses him, softly capturing his lower lip between both of hers and he can feel the sunshine streaming from behind her hair, the smell of ci-
-nnammon her breath as she kisses him awake, lightly stroking the length of his nose with the tip of her own, leaning over him with a hand on his cheek and his dreams dissolve into nothingness in the quiet of morning, the shadows driven away by the rising sun.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5