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'So innocent while sleeping, so conniving when awake. What did Dornkirk do to change my prince so much?' Pompeii's hand seemed to caress Folken's face, though her flesh never touched his. She turned to back and walked to the large windows. Although she had wings, she only used them to move about long distances.
A warm pink glow was filling the bedchamber quickly. The large orange sun was ascending to its throne in the sky.
The soft rose color was being replaced by a deeper, darker shade of magenta—the rose and purple sky had become red.
Folken's shifting and moans took Pompeii's attention away from the sky before she could notice the change. When at his side, the faery gently wiped the perspiration from Folken's face.
Tossing still, and eyelids fluttering, a nightmare was apparent. After several attempts at entering Folken's mind, Pompeii kisses Folken's head and turns her attention back to the rising sun.
The sky is now blood red, much to the horror of Pompeii.
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Hitomi jerked awake in a cold sweat. 'The morning of blood.' The phrase kept repeating endlessly in her mind.
Hitomi's thoughts had her so engulfed that she doesn't even notice Van sitting in a chair, less than two feet away from her bed; she doesn't "wake up" until Van puts his hand on her shoulder.
((I know that this is short, but I'm just trying to get stuff up so that I can kinda get over a bad case of writer's block…))