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Litt
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Sometimes Artemis has dreams that don't make sense, not even in the most fundamental of ways.
In the hazy plane Between, he still holds impressions of fire; of reflections; of stars; of tension; of laughs; of heated hazel eyes. And then, of course, he realizes he should wake up, because this is ridiculous. So he does. He wakes up, in full control of his motor skills and cognitive reasoning, and the dreams, along with the familiarity, are gone. On rare occasions, though, the gossamer ties to the world he only visits at night do not break away completely and he'll spend hours marveling at the strangeness of it all.
He'd never been a hero, yet a part of him does not balk at the thought of being selfless, does not rebel against the almost memory-like trances that are laced with victory, peppered in triumph, but always, always, with that something else that makes him sure it can't be real.
If he knows anything, it is that dreams are subconscious truths. Artemis admits he may not know himself as well as he ought to: he is a teenager after all. He tries the Bosnak method out before researching other forms of oneirology. This does nothing for him.
In the end, he is completely confident that he is still as sane as he was a month ago, though with a depressingly real manifestation known as a conscience.
He wouldn't dream that his life is a lie.
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AN: I was in a strange mood that stemmed from not enough sleep and not enough Borders-going; I stayed in bed, reading myself into a stupor. I re-discovered Artemis Fowl. There's a new one out, and , because I'm not entirely sure what's up with it other than demons and possibly some romance (finally), I decided to stay somewhere between the last one and the first one where the material allows for that murky vagueness that I adore. This is all that survived my impromptu brainstorm. I'd eventually like to go further into this fandom, but not until I've brushed up.