Cassandra (with_hope_again) wrote in halcyon_houses, @ 2008-09-12 11:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra, xander |
Week Seventeen: Thursday
Who: Cassandra and Xander
When: Thursday Night
Where: Cassandra's dream? (That counts as a location right? heh)
The week had been nothing more than a whirlwind. It was only Thursday and Cassandra wasn't sure which end was up anymore. She'd been confused before, been unsure of what was going on around her but in the past that had always had a negative connotation firmly attached to it. This time... while she was unsure she found that she was happily in that state. Cassandra was a walking contradiction, taking comfort in the routine of her days but always wishing for those experiences that she had never had before.
That was exactly what one shadowy demon had managed to bring into her life. Or maybe he'd flown it into her a life? See, the details were all still a little fuzzy. For what it was worth, Cassandra was trying to not think too much on it, no matter how hard it was to accomplish that goal. But hadn't she always thought it was kind of ridiculous when she'd watched other people obsess over things like that? There were all sorts of other things in the world that still mattered. And they did. But sometimes it was a little hard to remember and she had to admit to catching herself caught up in silly little daydreams.
The paper that she was just now finishing up writing was case in point of her distraction. It should have been finished hours ago and not just now when she was about falling asleep on her books. It was finally completed though and she hoped it was alright but there was no additional editing to be done. She could barely manage to get changed into the oversized t-shirt she customarily slept in.
Seconds after her head hit the pillow... she was out like a light. Ordinarily sleep took much longer to come to her, but exhaustion easily won the battle tonight. It didn't quell the dream that felt as though it immediately took hold of her mind though.
It started with one. One single, solitary black feathered bird swooping low over a gray sky. Where the location was... was hard to tell. Trees here and there resembled those around the school but who knew, a tree was a tree in many respects. That one bird turned into many. On closer inspection they weren't crows but Ravens. The sound of footsteps approaching crunching on dry leaves didn't seem to stir the birds who had all taken rest on the forest floor. The steps increased, until they were racing toward the flock of birds hoping to dispel their presence but they didn't. The birds paid little mind to the narrow feet that appeared to belong to Cassandra herself. Instead they only hopped closer. Curiously. Heads cocked to the side in unison. Hop. Hop. Hop. Until they were at her toes. Barefooted now. Scaly toes of the bird met hers. A peck of a beak here and there.
The birds they wanted something. What though, was a mystery.