Just a blurb that's been waiting for me to update for months now. :) Hope you enjoy! Let me know!
Lightening flashed.
Thunder rumbled.
Wendy woke with a gasp.
Blue eyes blinked at the ceiling as she attempted to retrieve the remnants of her dream. When it came back to her, she groaned and lifted a hand to cover her eyes, squeezing them shut. It was rather pathetic, really.
She sat up and reached for the glass of water on her bedside table, taking refuge in the commonplace, ordinary simicity of her actions. She was a normal woman, with normal dreams.
And thus Wendy laid eyes on the dark figure that haunted her dreams, and was not afraid, but entranced.She squeezed her eyes shut again, as if the action would help block out her inner monologue. She was a normal woman, with normal dreams, who would scream and faint with fear upon encountering a ruthless, bloodthirsty pirate.
She would most assuredly not polightly inquire as to whether he remembered her and if he'd fancy a cup of tea and talk about old times. She certainly did not wish said pirate were real. She did not wonder what his mangled wrist looked like, and whether it would be sensitive to her questing touch. She did not wonder what it would be like to stand before him once more. She wanted to see his reaction to a grown-up Storyteller. And would his eyes turn a different color with passion of a different sort...?
Turning pink at the direction her midnight musings had taken her, Wendy sighed and threw open her window, stepping out onto the balcony and tilting her gaze toward the second star to the right.
"Still, I do wonder..." she murmured to the light breeze.