disclaimer: i don't own dd...u disclaimer pplz should be ashamed of yourselves for tearing my heart apart like this...*cries* XD
and also just cause i wrote about an anarchist sign doesn't mean i'm like anti-gov or some threatening thing like that...(i'm saying this because i found an article about some kid getting expelled from school for being an anarchist and the school's like "you're a threat" and stuff like that...)
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She was in...a forest. ~How quiet this is compared to my usual dreams. Nothing's happening...~ How exciting. This wasn't just a forest. No. This was a forest with MIST. wow...
Hieraya walked a few steps...into a tree. "Screw this...wake up wake up wake up wake up,"
"I haven't seen you around here before,"
"Who are you?" ~that's weird I'm dreaming about something I can't relate to at all in life.~ The mist parted like a bead curtain. She saw a man with waves of golden hair cascading over his shoulders and to his waist. Below his twinkling left eye were 2 stars. He smiled seductively.
~How can you be in my dream if I've never seen you in my life?~
"What do you mean, you haven't seen me around here before? This is my dream,"
"On the contrary, darling, all dreams are mine,"
Hieraya shrugged and started walking in the opposite direction. It was better to leave before the stranger morphed into an axe killer or something. But there he was, somehow in front of her again. She crossed her arms, standing in a very guy-like way, and asked, "Why don't you tell me what you want from me so I can ignore you and get it over with?"
"You remind me of that knight..."
"What knight?" ~I don't know a knight either. Is this even still my dream?~
"I like you,"
"What?"
"I like you," he smiled again.
"Rasaed, you're beautiful..." ~I didn't just say that out loud...~
"You're quite lovely yourself, darling,"
~ok for a second I almost believed myself. Heh thanks a lot...~
"I'm asking again, who are you?"
"I am Krayon, demon lord of the dream realm,"
"You guys really are everywhere...demons, that is..." ~crayon? with a C?~
He laughed. Probably at her. At least he was in good spirits. His voice would have melted her if she wasn't such a boy.
"Do you ever leave the dream realm...?" if she was going to be stuck there until she woke up, she might as well keep herself busy...
"Of course. It can get boring, you know...especially after several centuries,"
"You don't look-...nevermind..." Hieraya slid to the moss-covered ground and leaned against a tree. She dug her fingers into the moist earth-also to keep herself busy.
"Well, I get that a lot," Krayon sat down beside her. "...So you're Meruhesae's niece..."
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?" Hieraya conveniently pulled out a pocket knife. "Cause I do," she stuck it into the ground and drew an anarchist symbol.
"No. You're just so different. That's all,"
"Yeah, she's THE miss pretty in pink and I'm the semi-goth rebel...say, why aren't you letting me wake up? I want to go back to sleep and get a different dream,"
"All dreams are mine...and besides, I like you," he was unnervingly close to her.
"Eh it doesn't seem like you would like people like me...aren't I a little too...unfrilly for you?"
"Please. If I liked frillyness, I would be married to your aunt by now,"
"...o...k...well, my aunt's making me take lessons in how to be a girl,"
"How unfortunate!" he looked like he was about to cry. "I like you the way you are,"
"I think you've made that clear..." she was twitching. He was so infuriating! "Are my 8 hours up? I want to wake up now,"
"You're leaving me so soon..."
"Yeah, see the tears streaming down my face,"
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"We will begin...definitely with the way you stand,"
"What's wrong with the way I stand?"
"Unfold your arms. You're not a bodyguard,"
"I could be," Hieraya stuck her hands into the pockets of her beat-up jeans.
"Don't do that either!"
The niece rolled her eyes and let her hands hang limply at her sides.
"That's much better...for now. And don't stand with your feet so far apart like that!"
"...Why not? It's good balance,"
"STAND LIKE A GIRL!"
"...I didn't come here to take lessons in mannerisms,"
"Girls should act like girls,"
"...not according to Krayon,"
"...you know Krayon?"
"I met Krayon,"
"What did he say to you?"
"...Nothing important,"
"WHAT DID HE SAY?!"
"He said he likes me but I think he was drunk,"
the Seer groaned and stomped wildly on the marble. "WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! HE LIKES MY ROGUE NIECE BUT NOT ME! WHYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!"
"...um...so you got a thing for that guy?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!"
Hieraya shrugged again and walked out of the room. ~I should do that more often...~
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thank Rasaed for Krayon XDDDDDDDD
and also just cause i wrote about an anarchist sign doesn't mean i'm like anti-gov or some threatening thing like that...(i'm saying this because i found an article about some kid getting expelled from school for being an anarchist and the school's like "you're a threat" and stuff like that...)
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She was in...a forest. ~How quiet this is compared to my usual dreams. Nothing's happening...~ How exciting. This wasn't just a forest. No. This was a forest with MIST. wow...
Hieraya walked a few steps...into a tree. "Screw this...wake up wake up wake up wake up,"
"I haven't seen you around here before,"
"Who are you?" ~that's weird I'm dreaming about something I can't relate to at all in life.~ The mist parted like a bead curtain. She saw a man with waves of golden hair cascading over his shoulders and to his waist. Below his twinkling left eye were 2 stars. He smiled seductively.
~How can you be in my dream if I've never seen you in my life?~
"What do you mean, you haven't seen me around here before? This is my dream,"
"On the contrary, darling, all dreams are mine,"
Hieraya shrugged and started walking in the opposite direction. It was better to leave before the stranger morphed into an axe killer or something. But there he was, somehow in front of her again. She crossed her arms, standing in a very guy-like way, and asked, "Why don't you tell me what you want from me so I can ignore you and get it over with?"
"You remind me of that knight..."
"What knight?" ~I don't know a knight either. Is this even still my dream?~
"I like you,"
"What?"
"I like you," he smiled again.
"Rasaed, you're beautiful..." ~I didn't just say that out loud...~
"You're quite lovely yourself, darling,"
~ok for a second I almost believed myself. Heh thanks a lot...~
"I'm asking again, who are you?"
"I am Krayon, demon lord of the dream realm,"
"You guys really are everywhere...demons, that is..." ~crayon? with a C?~
He laughed. Probably at her. At least he was in good spirits. His voice would have melted her if she wasn't such a boy.
"Do you ever leave the dream realm...?" if she was going to be stuck there until she woke up, she might as well keep herself busy...
"Of course. It can get boring, you know...especially after several centuries,"
"You don't look-...nevermind..." Hieraya slid to the moss-covered ground and leaned against a tree. She dug her fingers into the moist earth-also to keep herself busy.
"Well, I get that a lot," Krayon sat down beside her. "...So you're Meruhesae's niece..."
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?" Hieraya conveniently pulled out a pocket knife. "Cause I do," she stuck it into the ground and drew an anarchist symbol.
"No. You're just so different. That's all,"
"Yeah, she's THE miss pretty in pink and I'm the semi-goth rebel...say, why aren't you letting me wake up? I want to go back to sleep and get a different dream,"
"All dreams are mine...and besides, I like you," he was unnervingly close to her.
"Eh it doesn't seem like you would like people like me...aren't I a little too...unfrilly for you?"
"Please. If I liked frillyness, I would be married to your aunt by now,"
"...o...k...well, my aunt's making me take lessons in how to be a girl,"
"How unfortunate!" he looked like he was about to cry. "I like you the way you are,"
"I think you've made that clear..." she was twitching. He was so infuriating! "Are my 8 hours up? I want to wake up now,"
"You're leaving me so soon..."
"Yeah, see the tears streaming down my face,"
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"We will begin...definitely with the way you stand,"
"What's wrong with the way I stand?"
"Unfold your arms. You're not a bodyguard,"
"I could be," Hieraya stuck her hands into the pockets of her beat-up jeans.
"Don't do that either!"
The niece rolled her eyes and let her hands hang limply at her sides.
"That's much better...for now. And don't stand with your feet so far apart like that!"
"...Why not? It's good balance,"
"STAND LIKE A GIRL!"
"...I didn't come here to take lessons in mannerisms,"
"Girls should act like girls,"
"...not according to Krayon,"
"...you know Krayon?"
"I met Krayon,"
"What did he say to you?"
"...Nothing important,"
"WHAT DID HE SAY?!"
"He said he likes me but I think he was drunk,"
the Seer groaned and stomped wildly on the marble. "WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! HE LIKES MY ROGUE NIECE BUT NOT ME! WHYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!"
"...um...so you got a thing for that guy?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!"
Hieraya shrugged again and walked out of the room. ~I should do that more often...~
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thank Rasaed for Krayon XDDDDDDDD