AN: Well, here we are! Chapter 2! I can hardly believe i wrote 3 chapters in one day...the music helped though :)
Disclaimer: I do not own fable, nor any song mentioned. If I did, i would be a very wealthy woman...
The Real World- Owl city
Anabelle sighed in content at her surroundings. The entire place was perfect, and it didn't seem to bother her that not a leaf was out of place in the forest she had created. Indeed, she had created it, a paintbrush in hand, the area around her had a painted look to it, as if it was all on a canvas. She was covered head to toe with blotches of color.
She looked around at her handiwork and smiled, walking through the sienna colored bark of the many trees and venetian blue of dusk. This is what she had been missing, these dreams that came with being a Hero. Her true Sanctuary. As she walked she kept adding details to her work of art, leaves, birds, foxes, rabbits, anything she could think of that belonged in a forest.
She stopped as she reached a largely unused section of her 'canvas.' Her smile twisted to the side in thought. She stood for a moment, thinking through all the possibilities for this new area. She smiled again as it came to her, and she immediately began twirling her brush around the white area, seemingly to touch nothing.
A small pond within a clearing of the forest, the water reflecting the stars above the trees. She looked at this new scene, knowing something was missing. It wasn't long before she began painting again.
She closed her eyes, painting him by memory, leaning his back against a tree near the pond. His eyes focused on the book in front of him, she bit her lip. His red and white uniform, black military shoes, rifle and sword not far from his reach on the ground. His strong hands grasping a page between the fingers she recalled intertwining hers with so many times before. His sandy blond hair swayed with a breeze that she couldn't feel, and finally when she finished: His eyes, deep Cerulean, lighting up as they met hers chocolate.
He broke out into that infuriatingly charming smile of his and spoke, "What's with all the staring love? Come here and join me!" He said waving her over.
She smiled back, almost sadly, now absolutely knowing that this was a dream. When he pulled her into his lap and he reopened his book to read over her shoulder, Anabelle almost cried. He felt so real, like his arms were really wrapped around her. He chuckled softly, and she could feel the rumbling of it in his chest.
"Dreaming of me love?" He asked down at her, when she turned he brushed a lock of hair, and he, as well as the rest of her little world, began to melt away.
Anabelle's eyes fluttered for a moment before they opened, focusing on who was staring down at her, hand frozen in place after tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. All she saw when her eyes focused were cerulean colored eyes. She took a sharp intake of breath and squeezed her eyes shut, "Oh dear Avo...don't do this to me...stop fricking torturing me." She half whispered, half hissed at the god above.
She felt his lips brush hers, "It's not a Dream Ana...I'm really here...And I'm staying for good this time."He whispered into her ear. He was pleasantly surprised with her lips on his when his words sunk in. She glared up at him, "Good, cause if you ever try to leave again, I might have to shoot you." She mumbled sleepily while he crawled into the bed with her, holding her close as she drifted back into her sanctuary, now painted in an entirely new way.