Dream- 002
There was a drifting into peace, and when he opened his eyes a woman was staring down at him. She smiled calmly, fondly, her hand resting on his jaw and cradling his head in her lap.
You've awakened.
Her mouth didn't move, but she spoke all the same, and he closed his eyes again. There was whiteness, petals drifting in the air, though there was no wind, and when he opened his eyes she was still looking down at him. He nodded just once, sitting up and turning to look at her. She was a fleeting beauty, and everything about her- from the way her hair fell, to her green and white robes- was perfectly symmetrical.
"I have."
You slept for so long.
He nodded just once, and turned. They were sitting on the shore of a lake, white lotuses drifting in the waters, and when he looked up to the sky it was suddenly black. The moon hung low, all silvery light on a cloudless and starless sky. She rested a long-nailed hand on his shoulder, and gestured to the lotuses in the lake.
The waters are calm here.
"As they should be."
And he turned back to her. Her skin was nearly white against the dim, and her long black hair was pinned up on her head. Her eyebrows were moth-like above her eyes, and her eyes were a dark brown that could only reflect the moon. She regarded him once before nodding softly.
The lotuses. Don't forget them. And she looked down for a moment, a moment of weakness. Don't forget me.
There were words there, pretty onces about how he never could, but as he looked over her red-painted lips, he knew that even she would reach an end to her usefulness. They had been together for so very long, and now...
He took her hand in his, smiling softly. "I promise you, I will remember."
And she met his eyes, nodding softly before everything went black.
You've awakened.
Her mouth didn't move, but she spoke all the same, and he closed his eyes again. There was whiteness, petals drifting in the air, though there was no wind, and when he opened his eyes she was still looking down at him. He nodded just once, sitting up and turning to look at her. She was a fleeting beauty, and everything about her- from the way her hair fell, to her green and white robes- was perfectly symmetrical.
"I have."
You slept for so long.
He nodded just once, and turned. They were sitting on the shore of a lake, white lotuses drifting in the waters, and when he looked up to the sky it was suddenly black. The moon hung low, all silvery light on a cloudless and starless sky. She rested a long-nailed hand on his shoulder, and gestured to the lotuses in the lake.
The waters are calm here.
"As they should be."
And he turned back to her. Her skin was nearly white against the dim, and her long black hair was pinned up on her head. Her eyebrows were moth-like above her eyes, and her eyes were a dark brown that could only reflect the moon. She regarded him once before nodding softly.
The lotuses. Don't forget them. And she looked down for a moment, a moment of weakness. Don't forget me.
There were words there, pretty onces about how he never could, but as he looked over her red-painted lips, he knew that even she would reach an end to her usefulness. They had been together for so very long, and now...
He took her hand in his, smiling softly. "I promise you, I will remember."
And she met his eyes, nodding softly before everything went black.