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OK, I had a dream kind of like this last night. I altered it a little bit though. If you call this slash, you die! I would probably call it PG-13. It is sweet and sensual. I did it an about a half an hour, so it kind of sucks. Deal with it. Leave comments if you like it. Enjoy.
"I'm scared," Lyra whispered, looking up at the stars over them.
"I know," Will replied will, knowing that he was the only person in the world she would admit that to. He didn't say it to comfort her; he just stated it as a fact. He knew she was scared because of the tenseness he saw in the muscles surrounding her mouth and eyes. He also noticed the slight change in her smell, the smell he inhaled, intoxicating him, everyday.
"It's too much. It shouldn't have happened to us, Will. It should have happened to someone else. It's just too much."
"It is," he said in the same way he had before.
"We're kids Will, we're kids! We should be fussed and worried over; we should be taken care of! We shouldn't have to do this." Her eyes were shining with tears of frustration, but none had fallen. Will thought that this was the most painful thing he had ever seen in his life. She had never let herself cry, she was always too busy, or too worried, or too preoccupied to show that kind of emotion. Then something worse happened, her face went blank, and she sat back down.
"I'm tired," she said.
"I'm tired of all of it. I want to feel something other than hate. Something other than sorrow and resentment." She looked at him. She took his hand and placed it on her cheek.
"I can feel you. I can feel all of your love, all of your kindness. I can feel the warmth of your skin on my cheek, and the blisters on your hands, your hands that never should have done all of that work."
He felt moisture on her cheeks, and knew that she was finally crying freely.
"Ad I can feel it when you kiss me," Lyra said, her lips pressed against his cheek so that he felt the words more than heard him. She pulled back a little, and rested her forehead on his.
Then he kissed her.
He kissed her for everything. He kissed her for all of the pain and anguish that they had gone through together, for all of the lies she had been told. He kissed her with their adventures and laughter, with the time they first met.
She clung to him, as if she would have died if he had stopped. She needed to be with him right then. He needed her too.
They woke up with the sun, both of them lying on the hard earth.
She kissed his chest.
"Thank you," she mouthed to him, as to not disturb the perfect silence surrounding them.
He smiled at her and twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. Then he looked up at the sky, continuing that soothing motion.
"We have to go," she said after a while.
So they got up, bathing in the river near their campsite before leaving. That day, as they walked towards their destination, nothing had changed between them. Nothing had changed because they knew, before, that it would always be this way between them. They had known before that they would love each other more than any two people could until death separated. The fact that the alteration had been made was irrelevant.
I am reading The Amber Spyglass at the moment, and my dream was actually involving those characters. You may be a little lost if you haven't read the series. Once again, deal with it.
"I'm scared," Lyra whispered, looking up at the stars over them.
"I know," Will replied will, knowing that he was the only person in the world she would admit that to. He didn't say it to comfort her; he just stated it as a fact. He knew she was scared because of the tenseness he saw in the muscles surrounding her mouth and eyes. He also noticed the slight change in her smell, the smell he inhaled, intoxicating him, everyday.
"It's too much. It shouldn't have happened to us, Will. It should have happened to someone else. It's just too much."
"It is," he said in the same way he had before.
"We're kids Will, we're kids! We should be fussed and worried over; we should be taken care of! We shouldn't have to do this." Her eyes were shining with tears of frustration, but none had fallen. Will thought that this was the most painful thing he had ever seen in his life. She had never let herself cry, she was always too busy, or too worried, or too preoccupied to show that kind of emotion. Then something worse happened, her face went blank, and she sat back down.
"I'm tired," she said.
"I'm tired of all of it. I want to feel something other than hate. Something other than sorrow and resentment." She looked at him. She took his hand and placed it on her cheek.
"I can feel you. I can feel all of your love, all of your kindness. I can feel the warmth of your skin on my cheek, and the blisters on your hands, your hands that never should have done all of that work."
He felt moisture on her cheeks, and knew that she was finally crying freely.
"Ad I can feel it when you kiss me," Lyra said, her lips pressed against his cheek so that he felt the words more than heard him. She pulled back a little, and rested her forehead on his.
Then he kissed her.
He kissed her for everything. He kissed her for all of the pain and anguish that they had gone through together, for all of the lies she had been told. He kissed her with their adventures and laughter, with the time they first met.
She clung to him, as if she would have died if he had stopped. She needed to be with him right then. He needed her too.
They woke up with the sun, both of them lying on the hard earth.
She kissed his chest.
"Thank you," she mouthed to him, as to not disturb the perfect silence surrounding them.
He smiled at her and twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. Then he looked up at the sky, continuing that soothing motion.
"We have to go," she said after a while.
So they got up, bathing in the river near their campsite before leaving. That day, as they walked towards their destination, nothing had changed between them. Nothing had changed because they knew, before, that it would always be this way between them. They had known before that they would love each other more than any two people could until death separated. The fact that the alteration had been made was irrelevant.
I am reading The Amber Spyglass at the moment, and my dream was actually involving those characters. You may be a little lost if you haven't read the series. Once again, deal with it.