Intentions
Chapter 7
~*~Authors Note::: Sarah is dreaming * Mild song fic: VAST-"candle" I don't own the Labyrinth or any thing related to it nor do I own VAST or any of the songs.
Dream dictionary~ ~Watch -Ready to discover what emotional field surrounds you. ~Water -Ask yourself about your current feelings. ~Crystal - clarity, focus, the essential of self ~Blue-inner peace and content with self ~Candle-search for something ~Child- new self seeking to develop ~Orange- passion for life ~Purple-understanding of visible and invisible relms
Sarah swam inside her dreams. The crystal waters embracing her every curve, chilling her skin as she ascended upward toward the light of the bright clear sky. Reaching out her arms she grabbed onto a smooth marble surface and pulling herself upon it she rested her exhausted body upon the cool marble. Puddles of water formed around her dripping from her soaked white dress. She lay there breathing deeply and slightly shivering resting, for swimming in time is quite exhausting.
Her ears attune all around her she heard the dripping of water from her dress to the stone floor, she heard birds singing a melody she had not heard before and a slight ticking. She raised herself, sitting upright; she looked around for the source of the ticking. She looked around everywhere, beyond the trees and tuffets of grass, beyond stonewalls and high hedges, there was nothing. She stood quietly listening as hard as she could.
Take this candle it's the one you gave to me
It has enough light just enough to torture me
This voice was familiar, so familiar she knew the name of its bearer was on the tip of her tongue. She fallowed the wispy voice but as it faded she began to feel an anxiety inside her, hope the voice would sing out again. Her bare feet where cold from the air and cool water still dripping from her dress, Sarah did not notice. All her attention concentrated on this voice.
Before you let the world...
It was coming from the left. She darted in that direction to see a girl, of about ten years old singing to herself while sitting on a tuffet of grass holding a small candle in her hands.
Mess up your soul..
She looked up at Sarah. Her eyes where green and her long black hair fell around her small shoulders. She smiled at Sarah and Sarah Sadly smiled back.
Try to be the girl you once where.
The girl sat up and gave her candle to Sarah, and she walked away. Sarah was about to call to her when she heard a soft melody playing in the wind. She hardly had to search before she came to a grassy clearing lit only by the moonlight. Her candle lighting her way she walked slowly among beds of flowers and rose bushes. A pond glimmered magically in the moonlight and as Sarah became aware that she was not alone she hid behind a willow tree where she watched as two people danced to the faint and beautiful melody playing with the wind.
It was too dark to make out who they where. Sarah became entranced in their dance. The woman was wearing a simple dress with many thin layers billowing around her legs as she moved so gracefully, her long hair flowing around her shoulders as she moved. For a moment Sara wanted desperately to be her. The man she danced with had an air of grace to him as well. He never faulted, and he held her to him so lovingly Sarah knew they must be made for each other.
They danced closer to where Sara stood with her candle glowing orange, hardly hidden behind the willow anymore she didn't care if they saw her. She had an urge to run up to them, though she didn't know why or even what she would say if she did. She just knew she wanted to apart of it. Sarah noticed that they seemed to be coming closer to the tree Sarah was no longer hiding behind but standing almost proudly in front of, holding her candle. He was singing to her. His voice seemed familiar. She knew him from somewhere.
AS the world falls down
She knew the song. The couple stopped, standing close to each other looking into each other's eyes. Sarah heart was beating faster as she slowly approached them afraid of what would happen, afraid she already knew. She rose her candle higher so as to see, to the face a woman who looked so like her mother Sarah gave a gasp before she realized it was not her mother but her own face staring back at her through eyes that have aged into a full adult. She stood there completely dumbstruck afraid to move. The woman looked at Sarah and approached her closely. She was only slightly taller than Sarah but the rest of her body was much more developed than hers. Sarah began to wonder why she was standing so close to her when she took the candle out of Sarah's hand. She walked back to the side of her gentleman and gave him the candle as Sarah stood completely in the dark. The light of the candle revealed only shadows of his face. His free gloved hand reached into the pocket of his deep purple jacket and pulled out a watch, incased in black metal. He out stretched his arm offering it to Sarah. She slowly began to out stretch her unsure if she wanted to accept it or not. Her heart was beating fiercely she began to feel feverish, her arm inching towards the watch. She looked at the woman to his side; she looked at Sarah as if encouraging her to take it. Her hand out stretched; Sarah's fingertips had but touched the watch when it began to tick.
Sarah awoke, her brow wet with perspiration. She breathed deeply till her heart regained normalcy. She laid back and closed her eyes. Just a dream, Sarah, just a dream. She slowly opened her eye feeling a weight on her chest, her fingers grazed along the smooth surface of a black watch, ticking rhythmically.
~*~Authors Note::: Sarah is dreaming * Mild song fic: VAST-"candle" I don't own the Labyrinth or any thing related to it nor do I own VAST or any of the songs.
Dream dictionary~ ~Watch -Ready to discover what emotional field surrounds you. ~Water -Ask yourself about your current feelings. ~Crystal - clarity, focus, the essential of self ~Blue-inner peace and content with self ~Candle-search for something ~Child- new self seeking to develop ~Orange- passion for life ~Purple-understanding of visible and invisible relms
Sarah swam inside her dreams. The crystal waters embracing her every curve, chilling her skin as she ascended upward toward the light of the bright clear sky. Reaching out her arms she grabbed onto a smooth marble surface and pulling herself upon it she rested her exhausted body upon the cool marble. Puddles of water formed around her dripping from her soaked white dress. She lay there breathing deeply and slightly shivering resting, for swimming in time is quite exhausting.
Her ears attune all around her she heard the dripping of water from her dress to the stone floor, she heard birds singing a melody she had not heard before and a slight ticking. She raised herself, sitting upright; she looked around for the source of the ticking. She looked around everywhere, beyond the trees and tuffets of grass, beyond stonewalls and high hedges, there was nothing. She stood quietly listening as hard as she could.
Take this candle it's the one you gave to me
It has enough light just enough to torture me
This voice was familiar, so familiar she knew the name of its bearer was on the tip of her tongue. She fallowed the wispy voice but as it faded she began to feel an anxiety inside her, hope the voice would sing out again. Her bare feet where cold from the air and cool water still dripping from her dress, Sarah did not notice. All her attention concentrated on this voice.
Before you let the world...
It was coming from the left. She darted in that direction to see a girl, of about ten years old singing to herself while sitting on a tuffet of grass holding a small candle in her hands.
Mess up your soul..
She looked up at Sarah. Her eyes where green and her long black hair fell around her small shoulders. She smiled at Sarah and Sarah Sadly smiled back.
Try to be the girl you once where.
The girl sat up and gave her candle to Sarah, and she walked away. Sarah was about to call to her when she heard a soft melody playing in the wind. She hardly had to search before she came to a grassy clearing lit only by the moonlight. Her candle lighting her way she walked slowly among beds of flowers and rose bushes. A pond glimmered magically in the moonlight and as Sarah became aware that she was not alone she hid behind a willow tree where she watched as two people danced to the faint and beautiful melody playing with the wind.
It was too dark to make out who they where. Sarah became entranced in their dance. The woman was wearing a simple dress with many thin layers billowing around her legs as she moved so gracefully, her long hair flowing around her shoulders as she moved. For a moment Sara wanted desperately to be her. The man she danced with had an air of grace to him as well. He never faulted, and he held her to him so lovingly Sarah knew they must be made for each other.
They danced closer to where Sara stood with her candle glowing orange, hardly hidden behind the willow anymore she didn't care if they saw her. She had an urge to run up to them, though she didn't know why or even what she would say if she did. She just knew she wanted to apart of it. Sarah noticed that they seemed to be coming closer to the tree Sarah was no longer hiding behind but standing almost proudly in front of, holding her candle. He was singing to her. His voice seemed familiar. She knew him from somewhere.
AS the world falls down
She knew the song. The couple stopped, standing close to each other looking into each other's eyes. Sarah heart was beating faster as she slowly approached them afraid of what would happen, afraid she already knew. She rose her candle higher so as to see, to the face a woman who looked so like her mother Sarah gave a gasp before she realized it was not her mother but her own face staring back at her through eyes that have aged into a full adult. She stood there completely dumbstruck afraid to move. The woman looked at Sarah and approached her closely. She was only slightly taller than Sarah but the rest of her body was much more developed than hers. Sarah began to wonder why she was standing so close to her when she took the candle out of Sarah's hand. She walked back to the side of her gentleman and gave him the candle as Sarah stood completely in the dark. The light of the candle revealed only shadows of his face. His free gloved hand reached into the pocket of his deep purple jacket and pulled out a watch, incased in black metal. He out stretched his arm offering it to Sarah. She slowly began to out stretch her unsure if she wanted to accept it or not. Her heart was beating fiercely she began to feel feverish, her arm inching towards the watch. She looked at the woman to his side; she looked at Sarah as if encouraging her to take it. Her hand out stretched; Sarah's fingertips had but touched the watch when it began to tick.
Sarah awoke, her brow wet with perspiration. She breathed deeply till her heart regained normalcy. She laid back and closed her eyes. Just a dream, Sarah, just a dream. She slowly opened her eye feeling a weight on her chest, her fingers grazed along the smooth surface of a black watch, ticking rhythmically.
