xavier delamere {the count of monte cristo} (whatbefell) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-07-08 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | count of monte cristo, mina harker |
Who: Xavier and Helena
What: Confessions in Dreamland
Where: Dreamland, specifically Helena's mind-house
When: We'll call this Saturday night, after the fail-moon.
Warnings: Angst.
Notes: Watch the "when" space. This might change >_>
This dream wasn't like his usual ones. He was well aware of the fact that it was one - the change of clothing and memory of falling asleep allowed that, as well as the appearance of a flashlight in his hand as he wished it. He weighed it in his palm, tossing it up before catching it. The slap of skin against plastic echoed for a moment, before he clicked it on. A faint light appeared before him shining the way.
His dreams usually took place in locations he'd beeen - or thought he'd been, vaguely familiar but comfortable. Here he was in sheer darkness, barely able to make out the outline of his feet through the beam before him. It was disturbing only in the fact that it was unfamiliar - there wasn't any reason, as far as he could see, to be afraid.
He kept walking, bare feet on cool grounds. Time didn't follow properly and his eyes drifted shut once or twice, till he forced them open in frustation. Though he didn't know where he was going, it was important he got there. He continued like this until the lighting suddenly became better and he could make things out - his bare hands and forearms, dark stone below his feet, tan shorts on his body. Nothing else came to sight, aside from a bungalow off in the distance. He set his chin at the sight, continuing forward. A woman appeared to be coming out onto the porch, but he couldn't be sure - at this distance, it could be mistaken for a mirage.