DREAMSHARE 2 ; OPEN TO EVERYONE
It was snowing outside, but Vimes didn't mind. He felt his feet move him down the familiar streets and up a hill, up to a large house. The moon hung low in the sky, and his breath tinkled in the air. He opened the door quietly and took care to shut it as softly as he could, lest he wake the entire house up.
He stamped the snow from off of his boots and tread into the living room, only to find it already alight with the fire burning merrily away in the fireplace and Sybil, sitting dutifully upon the couch with a blanket spread across her legs and her feet propped up on a footstool. She was knitting something that Vimes failed to identify.
"You're up late," he said.
She smiled coyly. "Or up early, as it may be. Come. Sit for a while." She set her knitting aside and picked up a metal thermos of hot cocoa. They passed it back and forth in content silence for a while.
When Sybil began to talk, he couldn't make out a thing she was saying, but that didn't trouble him too much. He simply responded with the odd nod or murmur of assent.
There was a small voice from upstairs. Daaaaaa...
Sybil yawned. "It looks like I can't have you to myself, even here. It sounds like someone knows you're home. Go on, then. I'll be in the bedroom."
The room suddenly snapped into focus. He nodded and rose to his feet. For some reason, the rest of the house had faded away--instead there was merely a long corridor leading to a single room, its door slightly ajar. For whatever reason, this did not strike him as odd in the least and he entered the next room to see his son staring at him through the bars of his crib, eyes brilliantly blue and mouth opened in a delighted curve.
"Da." There was a small toy clenched in his fist. Vimes thought he recognized it as one of Nobby's, but that didn't matter. He picked his son up and walked over to the rocking chair, where a book lay. The book.
When he sat, he spoke. "You know, I used to read this to a little girl. Her name was Yachiru, but we called her Blood. I think she liked it as much as you do."
His son did not seem interested in this story. Instead he reached up the grab onto Vimes' lip and yanked. "Babababa, pfftfhhhhhh. Co'."
Vimes' fended him off. "All right, fine. You're ready, aren't you?"
He opened the book. "Where's My Cow..."
And the rest of the world faded away.
[ooc: sorry for the flist spam coming from me this event, guys! I hope you don't mind, because there's still more to come.]
He stamped the snow from off of his boots and tread into the living room, only to find it already alight with the fire burning merrily away in the fireplace and Sybil, sitting dutifully upon the couch with a blanket spread across her legs and her feet propped up on a footstool. She was knitting something that Vimes failed to identify.
"You're up late," he said.
She smiled coyly. "Or up early, as it may be. Come. Sit for a while." She set her knitting aside and picked up a metal thermos of hot cocoa. They passed it back and forth in content silence for a while.
When Sybil began to talk, he couldn't make out a thing she was saying, but that didn't trouble him too much. He simply responded with the odd nod or murmur of assent.
There was a small voice from upstairs. Daaaaaa...
Sybil yawned. "It looks like I can't have you to myself, even here. It sounds like someone knows you're home. Go on, then. I'll be in the bedroom."
The room suddenly snapped into focus. He nodded and rose to his feet. For some reason, the rest of the house had faded away--instead there was merely a long corridor leading to a single room, its door slightly ajar. For whatever reason, this did not strike him as odd in the least and he entered the next room to see his son staring at him through the bars of his crib, eyes brilliantly blue and mouth opened in a delighted curve.
"Da." There was a small toy clenched in his fist. Vimes thought he recognized it as one of Nobby's, but that didn't matter. He picked his son up and walked over to the rocking chair, where a book lay. The book.
When he sat, he spoke. "You know, I used to read this to a little girl. Her name was Yachiru, but we called her Blood. I think she liked it as much as you do."
His son did not seem interested in this story. Instead he reached up the grab onto Vimes' lip and yanked. "Babababa, pfftfhhhhhh. Co'."
Vimes' fended him off. "All right, fine. You're ready, aren't you?"
He opened the book. "Where's My Cow..."
And the rest of the world faded away.
[ooc: sorry for the flist spam coming from me this event, guys! I hope you don't mind, because there's still more to come.]