Oliver (with Unicolyon):
Someone very wise once said, "Les rêves sont mais nos pensées dans l'ouvert. Il y a peu ou pas de vérité à eux." Or the English equivalent, anyway.
Obviously, whoever penned that bit of philosophy never possessed a Bitbeast.
-hesitation-confusion-worry-joy-my knight has returned-
Unicolyon does not speak, in a sense, but it's easy enough to get the gist of things. I embrace my beloved Bitbeast's neck in the middle of the pale, featureless dreamscape.
-staying?-lost you-so long-twoflame was companionship-but…-missed you so-
I hesitate, processing the implications of my Bitbeast's thoughts. Twoflame?
-imagery-the Hydra-a head and another smaller head-tail, clashing, wreathed in flickering red and gold-
"So, Enrique…you kept your promise…"
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Sleep blurs back into consciousness, slowly and fuzzily.
Why does everything feel so right, around me? …Within me?
I sit up shakily, holding my head as I attempt to recall the previous week's events.
…Well, my clenched fist's contents are real enough.
Deep pink fire glitters within the bit in my palm, and Unicolyon's gentle nicker resounds in my ears. I tilt my head back and laugh softly, relishing the virtually incomparable joy of having a part of my soul come back to me.
Pain jolts to life with a sickening wrench in my side, making me wince and finally notice my surroundings. Not to mention my ribs.
…wait…bandages?
And isn't this…
What the HELL am I doing in Enrique's house?!?!?! L'oh mon dieu, mon dieu, mon dieu…get a grip, man!
"…Oliver? You're awake!"
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. The sleepy-eyed blonde fumbles with something on the bedside table for a moment, then hands me a glass of water and some pills. "Drink 'em. Doctor's orders."
I gulp the water, soothing my parched throat, before swallowing the medicine with a grimace and glancing back at the boy beside me.
"I suppose you want me to explain…" I look down…suddenly the pattern of the bedsheets has become extremely interesting.
His voice is gentle and a little shaky. "I want to know, Oliver. Why did you run away? Is something after you? Or," his eyes widen. "Was it because of me?"
No, never because of you, how can you even say that? My throat catches in a harsh sob; suddenly, everything I've kept bottled up so long threatens to burst forth, as a river might a dam. And all because of the look in his blue eyes…
I thought I was stronger than this!
He catches me in another embrace. My defenses crumble, and I'm crying – Gods, something I haven't done since Deus knows when – into his shoulder. He strokes my hair gently, his voice soothing.
"Tell me…"
And I do.
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A/N: Yes! I'm getting reviews! Lots of pretty reviews! Uh huh, uh –huh! I love you guys! And I need a better title! _ Four chapter is less than a week though…it's a miracle! The fic really wants to be written…
Les rêves sont mais nos pensées dans l'ouvert. Il y a peu ou pas de vérité à eux. – Dreams are but our thoughts in the open. There is little or no truth to them.
L'oh mon dieu, mon dieu, mon dieu – Oh my god, my god, my god
Darkphoenix: I love one of your stories in particular – namely, LAHFUIRS (whoo, LONG name, even abbreviated!) – but I am not a fan of killing Oliver, LOL. Obviously I have a hand in torturing him, too, but hey, I like happy endings better! And Johnny's POV was next, indeed! *passes you a cookie basket* Perhaps Dr. Montana treated the rest of the Majestics every time Oliver's hyper wrath was unleashed on them XD *attempts a sip of sugar-water and makes a face*
Klyukaizer: Umm…right now? And…thanks :)
Christina: ^_^
Mistress of Anime: Yes, good point. Everyone I know acts OOC when they go on little/no sleep…my parents included. I'm almost an insomniac, so I don't count…
Hikari no Yami: Kai/Tyson isn't too bad if it's done right. Oliver's going to be fine…unless my muse hands me an evil idea at the wrong time _ Wonder where I can poke in the Bladebreakers at this point?
Dark Sorceress Kurama: Humm…you're hitting near the mark, there. No details yet, though. Wait for chapter 5! ^_~
Liyanette: *upload* *upload* *upload* *exhaustion*
MidnightLoner: It sounds bad, but I didn't want to overdo it. I mean…I like Oribi-kun too much to let him suffer for terribly long
(Maroku: Yeah, as if five months isn't terribly long?
Drac: Shut up. You're an ignorant baby dragon muse. What do you know?
Maroku: Enough to say you aren't making sense....
Drac: Hn.)
… and yes, everyone finds out what's happened eventually. When I know myself, that is…-_-;
See y'all in chapter 5!