Err, sorry it took a while this time. ;w;
School was busy and I had little time to write anything. x3
But I think I've been going to much on the angst side with this story. o 3o
Thank you once again, Undies, Lacie, and Lovely. :3
Made my day reading the reviews, Giggling I was. x3
Nothing was alright this time. Everything was either floating or just blurry, not like the other times. Hope wasn't able to see much at all, but at least he saw the colours of shapes that were supposedly surrounding him. But as he blinked to clear his vision, a silhouette appeared off behind a large dark shadowed willow tree. Hope Squinted at the figure and shook his head. What was he seeing? His silver hair ruffled as he hung his head and thought for a moment. This wasn't normal at all, and for some reason his fogged up mind knew that.
With a gust of air pushed from his lips he ran up towards the figure, slowly getting closer and closer with every step. He was almost to the shadowy figure when the ground rumbled, there was no sound, no scream, no cries or yells for help, just the silence of Hope stepping into the air, and off of a cliff. Which had been covered by clouds and fog that reflected the grass around it, hugging each tendril until it matched with all of the natural grass around.
There wasn't much that Hope was able to say, he found that when he had looked around again, only to find himself in the exact same spot at the point where he had fallen. But, the willow tree and the figure were not there. He was so close to getting to it too. To see who was standing there, now it just seemed like a waste of his time. He stood up then and crossed his arms over his chest. A small pout was shown in his face as he looked around the cloudy area once more.
Just before he took another step forward a hand pressed down into his shoulder. Hope gasped at the hard shove backwards and met with someone else's larger body behind him. He leaned over the ground again and watched as the clouds disappeared. Only to reveal yet another cliff, this one seemingly higher than the other that he had fallen off of before, if he even had.
Feeling arms wrap around his waist He snapped out of his thoughts. Turning in the stronger persons grasp he smiled lightly, letting his body relax and yet still remain tense. The person had been Snow all along, he sort of knew that. Hope looked off to the side, seeing that the fog was rising, almost engulfing Snow from feet to head. Another shocked expression spread over his face and he clung on to the older man. Sobbing but still no sound would be heard. He couldn't even hear himself cry. Though the tears were quickly soaked up by Snow's shirt he just smiled sadly down at the smaller boy.
Hope looked back up at him and shook his head no, Snow could not leave him. No. Acting on impulse Hope stretched on his tippy toes and pressed his lips to Snow's softly. His eyes slipped shut, still letting his tears flow... The fog kept rising, almost up to the man waist, and Hope was panicking all over again, pounding his fists weakly into Snow's chest as he pulled away from the man looking away.
That was when he felt it. Felt Snow push his chin up and crash his lips to Hope's. The boy couldn't even be shocked or surprised at the sudden action. He just kissed back, needing the feeling of having his love be expressed. Just wanting at least a small taste of what he could never have.
That's when he felt Snow, as solid as he was, begun to vanish slowly, already his lower half was gone. Just above his abdomen Hope could feel bits of Snow's belly fly off and disappear like burnt ash into the swirling fog surrounding them.
There was nothing the younger boy could do but hug and plead silently for Snow to stay and not leave. He fisted his smaller pale hands into the large trench coat and pulled himself closer as he felt Snow smile. Hope pulled away enough to look up at the blonde and what he saw made him gasp and stumble a few inches away.
A deep purple tattoo was growing over the side of Snow's face, over his forehead, down his nose and zig zagged back again. Not only were there tattoos but small pieces of metal were poking through Snow's once scar less face. Growing larger every few seconds as his face contorted into painful spasms until everything stopped and a devilish grin spread over his beautifully monstrous face.
Hope had covered his mouth with his hands and shook his head as he backed away. He backed away right off of the cliff.
And this time he fell, his screams finally breaking the silence around the whole dream world he had created.
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Waking with a start Hope found himself still sleeping against Snow, and that the larger man had no dark tattoos on his face, or any other abnormalities. He sighed, relieved that nothing in his dream had been real, except for the underlying feelings and components he already knew were true. Hope rubbed his cheeks with his fingers and felt that he had been sweating, his dream must have made his whole body react to what was happening. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he remembered vividly of how it felt to kiss Snow.
The boy mentally scolded himself, he could dream, but it was never going to be reality. He glanced over to the large sleeping man and smiled softly, almost laughing at the face he was making. A cross between confusion and laughter.
The silver haired boy shifted out from under Snow and stretched his sore muscles while looking out into the green mess around, it was about mid-day and the sun was higher in the sky. He could hear Snow still breathing quietly behind him and he turned to look down at his face once more. Another tug at his heart and he smiled sadly.
An idea clicked in his mind. What were to happen if… If he'd kissed Snow while he was sleeping? The man was a deep sleeper and Hope doubted that he would even feel it. But there were still larger doubts in the boy's mind. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't tell Snow, but still at that very moment he couldn't care less.
Glancing about the area frantically he knelt down in front of his male companion. Just sitting there he stared, his breath caught in his throat from having himself so close to Snow. Hope lifted a hand timidly and placed it on the man's cheek softly, barely touching and leaned down slowly toward his face.
"Hope! Snow!" Fang called out as the woman and Lightening found their way to the spot Hope and Snow had finally stopped at. Hope leapt away from Snow as if he was a startled cat and stared wide eyed at the two before he felt his heart beating erratically in his chest again, though this time out of shock.