The Warmth: Just an Ordinary Dream
Author's Note: Ok, next chapter's up. Merci boucou to those who reviewed, and I swear this one's not as sad. I was just getting out MY sadness from the endings, and this one will be better. For clearer understanding, I do and will flip back and forth between pov's, but it will be obvious. Like since last time it was Will, now it's Lyra. ( yay!
~*~*~*
And as Lyra slept, she dreamt of Will. She relived every moment they'd had together and a grin formed itself on her face as she snored softly.
*Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking towards the sky*
(*Flashback*) "But Will was shaking her arm. Then he put his hands to her face and held it roughly.
'You know that's not true,' he said. 'Just as well as you can feel this. Take no notice!'"
*And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt that I had not felt before
You'd swear those words could heal*
(*Flashback*) "They lay side by side, hand in hand, looking at the sky. 'Do you remember,' she whispered, 'when you first came in that café in Ci'gazze and you'd never seen a daemon?'
'I couldn't understand what he was. But when I saw you, I liked you straightaway because you were brave.'
'No, I liked you first.'
'You didn't! You fought me!'
'Well,' she said, 'yes. But you attacked me.'
'I did not! You came charging out and attacked me.'
'Yes, but I soon stopped.'
'Yes, but.' He mocked softly."
And then the dreams changed, from past to imaginary. She and Will were talking, embracing, crying.
"Oh, Will!" she had said, racing up to him in the clouds and throwing her arms around his neck. He caught her and held her fiercely.
"Lyra," he had murmured softly, usually intense eyes soft. For minutes they held each other until Lyra pulled away, laughing and wiping tears away from her face. "I think about you all the time," she confessed in a whisper, closing her eyes in pleasure and touching her forehead to his. He chuckled quietly.
"I don't think there's a moment you're not in my thoughts. I miss you so much," he whispered. Lyra inhaled deeply, breathing him in.
"Damn the specters," she said fervently. Will laughed.
"It's always been 'damn the specters'," he teased her. She took his hand and held it tightly over her heart. Pan, she just noticed, was there, and Kirjava, too, and they were sleeping contentedly, wound around each other.
"Damn them to no end, now." She said, closing her eyes to stop the tears. Will's eyebrows knit together in concern, and wiped the tear away.
"Hey now," He said softly. He brought her chin up with his hand so she was eye to eye with him. She slowly opened her eyes. Looking him in the eyes again was so strange but so familiar. They knew what they wanted to do now. Will brought her hands to his lips and kissed them tenderly, then looked up. Lyra was blushing, and this was Will's cue. He leaned in slowly, and then their lips were touching softly. The kiss was soft and tender and quiet, and afterwards Lyra hugged him again.
"It's you, it's really you," she whispered, screwing up her face as a fresh wave of sadness and joy hit her. She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. Will held her, hand still over heart, rubbing her back and kissing her head. After several minutes, Will's brow was furrowed in thought.
"Lyra," he said, once the sobs had subsided. "Is this a dream?" she pulled back thoughtfully, wiping her face.
"If it is," she said, "I don't want to wake up." She turned and leaned her back against him, and he wrapped one arm around her shoulder and another around her waist.
"Did you go to sleep thinking of me?" he asked. Lyra nodded.
"I always do. But this time, it was. it was stronger." Will nodded thoughtfully.
"So did I. Maybe that's it. Maybe we can meet every night." The moment he thought it, said it, he regretted it, because it gave them both unsure hope.
"Oh, Will, do you really think so?" Lyra asked hopefully.
"Maybe. Maybe not. It's a theory. Maybe it's just completely random and we won't know when we'll see each other in our dreams. Maybe it'll never happen again. Maybe it'll happen when both of us want it as bad as we did tonight." He hugged her tightly, and then the dream was broken.
Lyra woke up, tears stiff and dried on her face and Pan snoring happily nearby. She wrapped her arms around her legs and thought.
*Just a dream, just an ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he ask if I would come along
It all seemed so real
He said take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams are
right in the palm of your hand*
~*~*~*
Author's Note: Ok, how was that? Same as before, next chapter up after 10 or more reviews. The (*flashbacks*) are from the Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman and Del Rey, so I don't own them. The song Ordinary Day is by Vanessa Carlton, and it's cool. So keep reviewin' and I'll post more.
Author's Note: Ok, next chapter's up. Merci boucou to those who reviewed, and I swear this one's not as sad. I was just getting out MY sadness from the endings, and this one will be better. For clearer understanding, I do and will flip back and forth between pov's, but it will be obvious. Like since last time it was Will, now it's Lyra. ( yay!
~*~*~*
And as Lyra slept, she dreamt of Will. She relived every moment they'd had together and a grin formed itself on her face as she snored softly.
*Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking towards the sky*
(*Flashback*) "But Will was shaking her arm. Then he put his hands to her face and held it roughly.
'You know that's not true,' he said. 'Just as well as you can feel this. Take no notice!'"
*And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt that I had not felt before
You'd swear those words could heal*
(*Flashback*) "They lay side by side, hand in hand, looking at the sky. 'Do you remember,' she whispered, 'when you first came in that café in Ci'gazze and you'd never seen a daemon?'
'I couldn't understand what he was. But when I saw you, I liked you straightaway because you were brave.'
'No, I liked you first.'
'You didn't! You fought me!'
'Well,' she said, 'yes. But you attacked me.'
'I did not! You came charging out and attacked me.'
'Yes, but I soon stopped.'
'Yes, but.' He mocked softly."
And then the dreams changed, from past to imaginary. She and Will were talking, embracing, crying.
"Oh, Will!" she had said, racing up to him in the clouds and throwing her arms around his neck. He caught her and held her fiercely.
"Lyra," he had murmured softly, usually intense eyes soft. For minutes they held each other until Lyra pulled away, laughing and wiping tears away from her face. "I think about you all the time," she confessed in a whisper, closing her eyes in pleasure and touching her forehead to his. He chuckled quietly.
"I don't think there's a moment you're not in my thoughts. I miss you so much," he whispered. Lyra inhaled deeply, breathing him in.
"Damn the specters," she said fervently. Will laughed.
"It's always been 'damn the specters'," he teased her. She took his hand and held it tightly over her heart. Pan, she just noticed, was there, and Kirjava, too, and they were sleeping contentedly, wound around each other.
"Damn them to no end, now." She said, closing her eyes to stop the tears. Will's eyebrows knit together in concern, and wiped the tear away.
"Hey now," He said softly. He brought her chin up with his hand so she was eye to eye with him. She slowly opened her eyes. Looking him in the eyes again was so strange but so familiar. They knew what they wanted to do now. Will brought her hands to his lips and kissed them tenderly, then looked up. Lyra was blushing, and this was Will's cue. He leaned in slowly, and then their lips were touching softly. The kiss was soft and tender and quiet, and afterwards Lyra hugged him again.
"It's you, it's really you," she whispered, screwing up her face as a fresh wave of sadness and joy hit her. She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. Will held her, hand still over heart, rubbing her back and kissing her head. After several minutes, Will's brow was furrowed in thought.
"Lyra," he said, once the sobs had subsided. "Is this a dream?" she pulled back thoughtfully, wiping her face.
"If it is," she said, "I don't want to wake up." She turned and leaned her back against him, and he wrapped one arm around her shoulder and another around her waist.
"Did you go to sleep thinking of me?" he asked. Lyra nodded.
"I always do. But this time, it was. it was stronger." Will nodded thoughtfully.
"So did I. Maybe that's it. Maybe we can meet every night." The moment he thought it, said it, he regretted it, because it gave them both unsure hope.
"Oh, Will, do you really think so?" Lyra asked hopefully.
"Maybe. Maybe not. It's a theory. Maybe it's just completely random and we won't know when we'll see each other in our dreams. Maybe it'll never happen again. Maybe it'll happen when both of us want it as bad as we did tonight." He hugged her tightly, and then the dream was broken.
Lyra woke up, tears stiff and dried on her face and Pan snoring happily nearby. She wrapped her arms around her legs and thought.
*Just a dream, just an ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he ask if I would come along
It all seemed so real
He said take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams are
right in the palm of your hand*
~*~*~*
Author's Note: Ok, how was that? Same as before, next chapter up after 10 or more reviews. The (*flashbacks*) are from the Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman and Del Rey, so I don't own them. The song Ordinary Day is by Vanessa Carlton, and it's cool. So keep reviewin' and I'll post more.