I had yet another dream a few minutes ago and felt really weird so I wrote
it to have it stop torturing me. Oh, and to Talking Hawk, I tried to email
you so I could explain it but it said that you don't have a yahoo account
or something. And thanks to CrystalHorse72 or something like that also. I
got on and tried to do this story and I saw that I had two reviews!!! I
seriously figured I'd get none if I even ever looked at this again. Anyhoo,
the clearing of my subconscious.
I awoke warm on the outside, but cold on the inside. I stood up, wincing on my frigid muscles. A chill slithered up my back as I viewed the sky. The moon was no longer silver, but vermilion. I. . .I could sense things I did not understand were lurking, crawling, in the calm haven of the night.
"I sense it too." He said. I hadn't noticed him come up until now. Yet somehow his words struck happiness and fright at the same time in my heart. "You sense it also, do you not?" I nodded and answered quietly.
"The calm before the storm."
And we stood silently, my midnight black eyes meeting with his twilight blue ones. Our ears both alert for any sound in the silent calm. Suddenly he heard something before it reached my ears. He grasped me around the middle, pulling back into a hollow tree, dead many seasons ago. I sensed his fingers reaching for his bow and setting it taunt with an arrow, his arms still around me. We stayed, silent, while countless minutes slipped by. It was then I drifted back into my realm of dreaming, his arms shielding me from whatever danger lurked unseen in the midnight darkness.
Remember, this is a dream of mine and, no, is not slashy, so you can all rest easily tonight.
I awoke warm on the outside, but cold on the inside. I stood up, wincing on my frigid muscles. A chill slithered up my back as I viewed the sky. The moon was no longer silver, but vermilion. I. . .I could sense things I did not understand were lurking, crawling, in the calm haven of the night.
"I sense it too." He said. I hadn't noticed him come up until now. Yet somehow his words struck happiness and fright at the same time in my heart. "You sense it also, do you not?" I nodded and answered quietly.
"The calm before the storm."
And we stood silently, my midnight black eyes meeting with his twilight blue ones. Our ears both alert for any sound in the silent calm. Suddenly he heard something before it reached my ears. He grasped me around the middle, pulling back into a hollow tree, dead many seasons ago. I sensed his fingers reaching for his bow and setting it taunt with an arrow, his arms still around me. We stayed, silent, while countless minutes slipped by. It was then I drifted back into my realm of dreaming, his arms shielding me from whatever danger lurked unseen in the midnight darkness.
Remember, this is a dream of mine and, no, is not slashy, so you can all rest easily tonight.