[Brianna knows this isn't her dream at once. It's unfamiliar, it strikes her strangely--she tries to stop herself from going into the house, but it doesn't work. Usually, she can alter the path of her dreams.
She has no choice but to watch the dream--Sybil. Love. Contentment... the silence of comfortable understanding. And then the voice of a child....
Brianna pays close attention to the movements of the dreamer, and she isn't surprised when Vimes' voice confirms it, although she is a bit surprised at the peaceful content, even the calm way in which he speaks of Blood. And the pure adoration that the child, a baby really, looks up at him. She remembers looking at her own father in the same way.
She knew that he'd had a son from the memory that was broadcast. But as always, seeing it means a thousand times more than mere words. A father separated from his son, from his wife. Will that son ever know Vimes?
But the dream was a happy one. She is glad of that, even if she does not think it should have been shared.]
[Juliet wakes from the dream confused, trying to sort out the emotion that has raised itself in her chest.
It was so sweet. So simple, so warm. Peaceful and content. And she was near certain this dream was Vimes'. ,The contentment between him and his wife, the caring way he was treating the child, his son, it made her pause. She hadn't seen this side of him before, and it would honestly force her to think again about him.
But she knows the feeling that pangs now, envy. She envies such a life, something he very might well return to, and as she settles back down to sleep again, she finds herself wishing that somehow Vimes will find a way home, to that family.]
[...strange. Feeling so sentimental over a child was...
Ah. It was not her dream, Fred slowly realized as reality trickled back. She was certain she'd heard the dreamer's voice before, and the name 'Vimes' did seem vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where she'd heard them before, not now. Perhaps she would when she was a bit more awake.
As it was, she simply basked in the lingering feelings of contentment. This was easily the nicest dream she'd had in some time.]
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She has no choice but to watch the dream--Sybil. Love. Contentment... the silence of comfortable understanding. And then the voice of a child....
Brianna pays close attention to the movements of the dreamer, and she isn't surprised when Vimes' voice confirms it, although she is a bit surprised at the peaceful content, even the calm way in which he speaks of Blood. And the pure adoration that the child, a baby really, looks up at him. She remembers looking at her own father in the same way.
She knew that he'd had a son from the memory that was broadcast. But as always, seeing it means a thousand times more than mere words. A father separated from his son, from his wife. Will that son ever know Vimes?
But the dream was a happy one. She is glad of that, even if she does not think it should have been shared.]
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It was so sweet. So simple, so warm. Peaceful and content. And she was near certain this dream was Vimes'. ,The contentment between him and his wife, the caring way he was treating the child, his son, it made her pause. She hadn't seen this side of him before, and it would honestly force her to think again about him.
But she knows the feeling that pangs now, envy. She envies such a life, something he very might well return to, and as she settles back down to sleep again, she finds herself wishing that somehow Vimes will find a way home, to that family.]
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Ah. It was not her dream, Fred slowly realized as reality trickled back. She was certain she'd heard the dreamer's voice before, and the name 'Vimes' did seem vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where she'd heard them before, not now. Perhaps she would when she was a bit more awake.
As it was, she simply basked in the lingering feelings of contentment. This was easily the nicest dream she'd had in some time.]
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