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staysilent2021-09-10 09:34 pm
ghoulserrand) wrote in staysilent2021-09-10 09:34 pm
But now your dreams are catching my eye
Who: Teo & Faust (to start)
Where: Dream man in the Dream land
When: Mid September
What: Dream crashing
Early morning sunlight breaks through in beams that warm every spot they touch. He feels that warmth on him, drawing out a shiver as he blinks his eyes open the faintest bit. He watches the dust dance in the air, glitter like the golden twin of fine silver snow. Voices fill the air, faint but as warm as the sunlight. There's clinking dishes and pouring coffee. He can smell it, heady and strong, and the lighter scents of fresh baking and frying food, the sweet and savory intermingling. Makes him hungry.
The thought startles him into sitting straight up, his arms unfolding off the table and bracing there. His pulse gives a stutter and his breath kicks up faster. There are people. They yawn and they smile and chatter and sit in quiet company or work around and behind the counter. Nobody looks at him. His hands slap up to his face and he feels skin. He feels it on both sides.
Jolting, he scrambles up, drawing looks and complaints from guests he pays no mind to. He looks for the first reflective thing, some metallic saucer that warps his reflection, but even still... even still...
He draws back. He stares around at the diner in wonder, each new little thing outside and within himself inspiring awe. He moves for the door, the light so bright he can't even see through it, but it doesn't hurt. He pushes through.
And then, just like that, he plunges into water.
He surfaces with a gasp and a shiver, clambering up onto some sort of rock that doesn't even fully break the water's surface. There are more stretching out before him into a world all sea and night. He glances back, then to the world before him, before starting outwards. Hop to one rock, hop to another, his poor boots suffer so mu--
He smacks hard into something solid, thought glancing up he can't tell entirely what it is. It doesn't look like anything save for the fog. But then, the fog thins. He sees a figure and he feels his heart give another jump.
"FAUST!" He shouts it and doesn't even cough. His hand goes up, waving rapidly. "FAUST, OVER HERE! FAUST!"
Where: Dream man in the Dream land
When: Mid September
What: Dream crashing
Early morning sunlight breaks through in beams that warm every spot they touch. He feels that warmth on him, drawing out a shiver as he blinks his eyes open the faintest bit. He watches the dust dance in the air, glitter like the golden twin of fine silver snow. Voices fill the air, faint but as warm as the sunlight. There's clinking dishes and pouring coffee. He can smell it, heady and strong, and the lighter scents of fresh baking and frying food, the sweet and savory intermingling. Makes him hungry.
The thought startles him into sitting straight up, his arms unfolding off the table and bracing there. His pulse gives a stutter and his breath kicks up faster. There are people. They yawn and they smile and chatter and sit in quiet company or work around and behind the counter. Nobody looks at him. His hands slap up to his face and he feels skin. He feels it on both sides.
Jolting, he scrambles up, drawing looks and complaints from guests he pays no mind to. He looks for the first reflective thing, some metallic saucer that warps his reflection, but even still... even still...
He draws back. He stares around at the diner in wonder, each new little thing outside and within himself inspiring awe. He moves for the door, the light so bright he can't even see through it, but it doesn't hurt. He pushes through.
And then, just like that, he plunges into water.
He surfaces with a gasp and a shiver, clambering up onto some sort of rock that doesn't even fully break the water's surface. There are more stretching out before him into a world all sea and night. He glances back, then to the world before him, before starting outwards. Hop to one rock, hop to another, his poor boots suffer so mu--
He smacks hard into something solid, thought glancing up he can't tell entirely what it is. It doesn't look like anything save for the fog. But then, the fog thins. He sees a figure and he feels his heart give another jump.
"FAUST!" He shouts it and doesn't even cough. His hand goes up, waving rapidly. "FAUST, OVER HERE! FAUST!"