Title: Linked
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Buffy Summers), King Arthur (Lancelot)
Summary: Neither knew who the other was, but they were linked through their dreams.
Disclaimer: I don't have a claim on either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or King Arthur.
Vivid
Sometimes she would dream. Those weren't normal dreams nor were they the prophetic kind she got nowadays.
No, these had started way before those; she had been just a child when she'd had her first dream of this kind.
These were vivid, Technicolor dreams where she sensed everything and forgot there was anything else.
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In her dreams there were brave and broken men, trying to do the right thing; men lost in themselves.
She dreamed of endless green fields, and forests so deep and dark that you could easily get lost in them without taking a single step.
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Most of all, she dreamed of him. A loyal man with shattered beliefs. Joking to hide the pain; the absence in the place of hope.
So cynical and hardened by life that it made her want to cry for him, a man who certainly wouldn't want someone to shed tears for him.
In her dreams she couldn't but stand and watch- forever watching from the sidelines. She was there for all of it; she was there as he fought, loved, and drank his way through life.
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Considering what and who she was, she couldn't help but admire how fiercely he fought; twin swords dancing as he made his way through his enemies.
Often he was victorious, but there were times when he didn't walk away off unscathed.
When his friends couldn't watch his back, she would always try to warn him of enemy steel behind his back, but no matter how hard she tried, he didn't see her, couldn't hear her warnings.
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Once, when he was laying on a bed with his side sliced open, delirious with fever, she thought he could see her there, standing by his bedside.
He had looked in her direction, he'd even lifted his hand like trying to reach her hand. He had opened his mouth to say something but then the healer had come in, giving him something that had made him sink into slumber.
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When awake, she would wonder who he was, where he was. Often she daydreamed of what would happen if they met, but just as often the real life crashed in and broke her reverie.
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