☁ янσ∂є ☂ кαмєℓσт ♪ (indreams) wrote,
@ 2011-08-05 23:30:00

On The Edge Of A Dream That You've Had
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast, endless wheat field. The golden stalks ripple in a gentle breeze as if a burnished sea, carrying carrying with it the scent of saltwater and sand. In the far distance - just beyond the trees over yonder - there is the sound of crashing waves just under that of crying gulls.

A dirt path crosses the center of the field, passing a tree. The tree itself is gnarled, warped, and looks like something that threatens to fall over at even the slightest of breezes. Yet, it bares the sweetest-smelling peaches that could ever be imagined...

... or dreamed. This is a dream, can't you tell...?...

... or maybe it isn't...

... a wooden panel strung between two pieces of rope dangle from one of the tree's branches; a crude swing. It sways back and forth in the breeze.

To the North, there is the sound of crashing waves. To the South, a mountain range.

Where will you go?

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outsidehistory
2011-08-06 01:50 am UTC (link)

[Lavi stares at the tree as he had stared at the wheat, wonders at the peaches and the swing as he wonders which path to take. Were they the only choices before him? Must it always be two?

He turned, staring back longingly over the field, wishing he could just go lay in the tall stalks and watch as they swayed with the wind.

It's a decision like many others that he doesn't know enough about, isn't mature enough to have an honest opinion of and so he sits at the base of the tree. Leaning against it the redhead shuts his eye, hoping perhaps that there will be a sign leading him one way or the other. Though he knows that's the easy way out, he has to pick his own, doesn't he?]

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indreams
2011-08-06 02:01 am UTC (link)

[Surely there are more choices than that, Bookman Junior~♥ you just need to know where to look~

Dreams are rarely ever linear, anyway. As soon as the redhead leans against the tree, the tunk gives a shudder - a shiver, as though someone reacting to cold fingers on the back of the neck - then lurches slightly as the bark shifts.

Opening up, like a hole; one that will definitely swallow Bookman Junior if he doesn't move fast enough.

Down the rabbit hole, rabbit?]

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/punts all the itty bitty font

outsidehistory
2011-08-06 02:32 am UTC (link)

[There are, which was why he wanted to go into the wheat, but he had to think it all through. Which was why he sat down but it seems like this dream of his (or is it someone else's?) has other plans in mind for him.

He jerks forward to look back and see if the tree is going to fall but it's a bit too slow. Slow enough that when he props himself against it to turn his weight takes him down through the hole with a yell that only continues during his fall.]

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	/offers glasses? indreams 2011-08-06 02:43 am UTC (link)
	[There is a strange rumble, as if wood grinding against wood, and the hole closes just as Lavi slips through. Down, and down, and down~ Darker and darker and darker~ Cooler and cooler and cooler~ Faster and faster and faster~ At the rate he's going, there's the impending sense of the ground coming up fast. If you scream loud enough, will someone here you?] (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	;; It's so bitty small'd outsidehistory 2011-08-06 02:48 am UTC (link)
	[He's definitely not digging the faster, especially now that he can see the ground, or if not see it feel that it's coming. There is no desire to fall and go splat even in a dream. He pulls out the hammer always at his side after he gets control of himself and the fall. Shooting it toward the ground and hoping to at least have it slow his impact.] (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

I know.... crtl + (+)?

indreams
2011-08-06 02:58 am UTC (link)

[Rhode's domain, Rhode's rules. If she really didn't want that hammer to work, it wouldn't have worked.

Don't cheat, Bookman Junior ♥

Except the ground does come up hard and fast - the hammer catches it first and there's the sound of splashing. However, as it is in dreams, where Lavi should have hit the bottom with an earth-shattering force.... he lands on a giant lily pad.

He may have fallen through a whole in a tree trunk - wherever he is now, it looks more like a moonlit forest. The lily pad he landed on is about the size of a king-sized bed, and the moon passing over the sky is impossibly large.]

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I would but it's fine everywhere else and too big font annoys me.

outsidehistory
2011-08-06 03:19 am UTC (link)

[His concentration falters at her voice regardless and the invocation fails, the hammer remaining it's default battle size. The impact on the lily pad still hurts, enough to get a grunt of pain out of him that leaves him laying there a few moments before everything isn't being chased by black spots.

Lavi pushes himself up, looking around as he keeps a firm grip on the hammer.]

Rhode! I'm not playing your games again!

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wronghappiness
2011-08-06 01:51 am UTC (link)

[Well, Kanda certainly doesn't remember having any kind of dream like this. He stands in front of the tree, glancing up at it and its fruit, then the swing. He couldn't help but wonder why he was dreaming about this place, but didn't think much of it when he heard the sounds of the ocean.

He glanced around, trying to see where the ocean was, and with it in his sights set off in that direction.]

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indreams
2011-08-06 02:10 am UTC (link)

[The path unfurls underfoot, the dirt and gravel giving way very slightly, as if urging Kanda to follow it toward the ocean. It ascends a slight hill and dead-ends at the top of it. The sounds of crashing waves still dances along the wind, but it's still a distance away. The only evidence of it is the ribbon of blue that lines the edge of a cliff.

There is a cabin here. A log cabin with a wrap-around porch and smoke pluming delicately from the chimney.

The path at Kanda's feet branches here. To the left, it heads straight to the cabin's front porch. To the right, it disappears along the horizon.]

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	wronghappiness 2011-08-06 02:34 am UTC (link)
	[Kanda pauses, taking a long look at the cabin. It captures both his attention and curiosity for a moment, but he decides to carry on down the long, winding path. The house was none of his business.] (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	indreams 2011-08-06 02:46 am UTC (link)
	[If that is what Kanda wishes to do~ Though the flashes of blue and what is unmistakably yellow-blond in the window is hard to miss... The path comes to the edge of the cliff where there is an immediate and immense drop.] (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wronghappiness 2011-08-06 03:26 am UTC (link)
	[8\|a dfjhg Stopping and taking a few steps back. Do not want to walk off.] (Reply to this)(Parent)

allisoblivion
2011-08-06 02:17 am UTC (link)

[There stands a man most out of place and yet forever belonging. Tall, an expression neutral but thoughtful as he becomes aware of the surroundings, the hint of that sea breeze (no smell discernible, he notes) ruffling through his short russet hair and the long coat he wears.

And he just smiles. Smiles in the way most unlike a dreamer, far too at ease, far too knowing, and just lifts his chin up to stare up at the sky. That lazy sort of comfort a predator might get when they say all right, dear, I'll play. ♪

He eyes the swing for a moment (only from the corner of his eye, never looking directly) before stepping closer to reach up and grasp one of the fruits.

Tight. A gesture sudden for him, but then relaxing and it becomes obvious he's barely touched it; doesn't mean to grasp or take it.

Golden eyes hood.] Something is missing. [Murmured low and soft, running a gloved finger along the fuzz of the peach before letting his hand drop to his side.]

The story would be quite different if there were not a snake in this tree.

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indreams
2011-08-06 02:23 am UTC (link)

[His was not a presence that was supposed to be here.

The proof of that is in the way that the sky lurches and darkens, threatening a downpour, and the gentle breeze that had once promised to kiss cheeks and ruffle hair starts to whip wildly through the tails of his coat.

What are you doing here. This is where she's supposed to feel safe. Her dreams. What are you doing here. Whatareyoudoinghere?!

His smile seems to be the first thing that cracks the earth -- the world -- apart, and the tree begins to wilt. One by one, peaches (save for the one that Neah is reaching for) drop to the ground as the branches being to furl and wither.

You thought that everything you touched would turn to gold, it turned to ash instead~

As his hand drops away from the peach, the fruit falls and squelches against the earth.]

A snake.

[A flash of white whispers along the swing; a young, lithe, limber body wrapped in sheer white lace is sitting there. Small hands wrapped around rope, legs crossed at the ankle. Her expression is still, guarded.

Hurt.

Afraid.

What are you doing here?]

Is that how you think of me, Brother?

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allisoblivion
2011-08-06 03:17 am UTC (link)

[If it were meant to get a reaction out of him (and he figures not--she knows him), it doesn't. Perhaps just a flick downward of his gaze to follow the fruit as it splatters to the ground, rotten.

A shame.

In the roaring gale it would almost be hard to hear her vehement whisper, except he always does. It's why he stands as still as he does for a moment.

We're linked, aren't we, Sister? Even in death.

Tell him, how long have you been hiding your form now?]

Rhode, dear. [His back still to her, his tone really is nothing but loving, ever the lazy care as velvet is over a knife.

Lazy, calm, catlike gold. Does it remind you of someone?

Fierce, focused, polite. Does it remind you of someone else?

See, you've never truly been without him. Never able to be without him.]

You misunderstand. [And he turns then, coattails still whipping in the storm, hands tucked deep in pockets and as at ease as if it were a summer day.

Do note, though--he'll never tread on the spilled fruit.]

If one is to be Adam, then who is Eve?

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indreams
2011-08-06 03:54 am UTC (link)

Ne~ah~

[When the fruit falls and splatters, it brings about a stinking, decayed smell. Rot. Something going sour, something going bad. Foul.

Her form is her choice, she'll do with it as she pleases. ~~Even if she didn't fully choose this one; even if it is still far too vulnerable. Even here, where it shouldn't be.~~ --

She knows that tone, all too well. With his back turned, he can't see the way her knuckles are turning white from clenching her fists until fingernails cut into her palms and send blood trickling down her wrists. It's a tone she... never thought she'd hear directed at her. Not like this.

~~Never without him. And he knows it.~~

Her fingers clench tighter, sending her nails deeper into her palms and staining her dress when he turns, but her face remains completely motionless.]

Who is Adam, if he can't remain loyal to Eve~?

The wind whips again, bringing with it, this time, the sound of bells - particularly that of the sort of bells found around on a jester's cowl, or perhaps tied around his ankles.]

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prazerbutterfly
2011-08-06 02:37 am UTC (link)

[It was a perfect day to be lazy. The salty air, a bit of wheat stalk between his teeth, the ocean at his feet. No war, a bit of chill time. What more could he ask for? Oh, peaches.

He picks a few dozen, setting them into a spare cloth bundle and makes his way past the trees towards the shore we he can sit more comfortably near the waves. It's hot and beautiful, perfect and warm. Cloak on the ground, he sits on it, already starting to devour the sweet tasting peaches. One hand settles behind him for a brace, his left leg bending to prop a knee]

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indreams
2011-08-06 02:50 am UTC (link)

[Tyki ♥

Everything seems to react to his presence. The sunshine becoming brighter, the breeze more refreshing, the smell of saltwater and sand growing stronger, the taste of peaches on his tongue more sweet.

It's calming. So calming.

You're loved, here. You're home here.

Two stocking'd feet appear in the tree branches above him, the bottoms grass-stained from running without shoes.

Your niece is pretending like she doesn't know you're there. Consider it a game ♥]

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prazerbutterfly
2011-08-06 03:28 am UTC (link)

[Rhode ♥

He certainly feels like it's made for him, soaking up the heat, relaxing against the salty breeze and tasting those peaches, so sweet and soft.

He doesn't want to leave. It's calmer here than it usually is on that hard, cold, and lonely bed in the facility.

His back plops against the cloak in the sand with an arm tucked behind his head. It's when he notices those stocking feet. Without saying a word, he feels better. Hers is a presence he's missed</i>]

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indreams
2011-08-09 11:48 pm UTC (link)

[The feet swing back and forth, the toes wiggling within the stockings. It isn't long before their owner slips from the branches and lands with a soft thump in the grass.

A Rhode. But, different. Older. Much more mature-looking. Her face is slightly more narrow - almost like Lulu Bell's, only no where near as stone-still - and curves in places that she otherwise would never have allowed herself. Across her cheek is a dark black 'X'. She tip-toes toward Tyki and climbs into his lap, wrapping arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug.]

Tyki~♥!

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prazerbutterfly
2011-08-10 02:30 am UTC (link)

[Even Flit, his pet defective Tease is fliting around above them in the air, having escaped from his cloak at some point. The thump alerts him to her presence approaching.

His eyes lid slightly in a small pang of something. He'd been away for a long while and seeing Rhode as she was, he had missed a few years of her lifetime. He had missed those family moments when she seemed to mature slightly more. His returning hug is a smidge too tight this time around and he doesn't call her name]

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oh god, I have no idea howtf to do this!!

taketheoldroad
2011-08-06 03:00 am UTC (link)

[To the swing, of course! With a spring in her step and a little smile on her face, because why should she feel at all ill at ease with it? The tree won't fall over on her. Not in her dream— even if she can feel someone else's eyes on her, waiting for her to do something that may give things a chance to change.

Up onto the swing she goes, the ropes creaking as she hooks her elbows around them. Rhode glances up into the deadened branches, skirts her eyes over the peaches that ought not be there, and giggles a little, bringing both feet up onto the swing so her knees press to her chest.] Have you tried them yet? ♪

[The peaches.]

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;A; amg another Road.

indreams
2011-08-06 03:05 am UTC (link)

[Not your dream. Not your world. Not your rules.

But, it is quite curious, isn't it? To find oneself staring into her own face and it not being a mirror image. It is a curiosity that is going to keep this situation from getting... very out of hand.

Two stocking'd feet appear in the branches, swinging back and forth as the elder girl - because she does look older. More mature. Curvy in places she shouldn't. Someone's been letting herself go in the way that Attollo effects some of the younger residents -- leans down and offers the other a guarded sort of glance.]

They're mine, aren't they~?

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I AM SO NERVOUS CAS /also, gives up on the small tag...

taketheoldroad
2011-08-06 03:38 am UTC (link)

[It's a Rhode's, isn't it? Close enough~. And she's sure she can make it her dream if she wants to... but she doesn't feel like testing that theory. Not right now. Things might get tense if she did.

The furtive smile that had been on her face drifts away once the elder Rhode makes herself visible, however, and is replaced by a look of wary surprise. Someone certainly has been letting herself go strange ways. She doesn't like it. And of course the peaches are hers, but there is such a difference between owning something and making use of it.]

Mm~. But have you tried one?

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DON'T BE NERVOUS. Somehow I didn't get this notif ;A;

indreams
2011-08-09 11:42 pm UTC (link)

[So long as the younger Rhode doesn't mention the elder Rhode's current form, then everything might come out peachy keen.

She offers the younger girl a scathing sort of look. She could only dream of looking so young again - and unfortunately, not even that is working for her.

And then she grins. It wouldn't do to be rude, would it.]

Mmhmm! They're the best.

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I'LL TRY NOT TO BE!! And that's okay. ;w;

taketheoldroad
2011-08-10 05:33 pm UTC (link)

[Oh, she won't bring it up. Not now, not ever— because talking about it brings attention to it, and she does not want to pay attention to it. It isn't right and it unnerves her.

But that's a little catty of you, now isn't it, Rhode? Don't think things like that or you'll begin to sound older, too. And back comes her cheery smile, as she leans back on the rickety swing to glance up at those best-peaches.]

If I have one, will they still taste good~?

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	/hugssss indreams 2011-08-12 02:47 am UTC (link)
	Maybe~ Perhaps you should find out ♥ (Reply to this)(Parent)

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