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Simon Forte (silently) wrote in lost_world,
@ 2013-07-17 18:59:00

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!status: complete, dreamlands, niklas wright, simon forte

And so (Niks)
Simon found Niklas easily. He didn't speak to her when he did, though. And he paid no attention to the women in the house who tried to stop him as he headed toward the stairs. The fairy waved a hand and they forgot he was even there. He didn't even knock on her door, just slid the elegantly written note under it and left again.

It stated simply to meet him in the Dreamlands in two nights time.

The time passed easily for him, he found many things to occupy himself while he was waiting. The citizens of this world weren't too exciting, but Simon did like their clothing, and he liked the cars. There was plenty of interesting sights, despite the lack of interesting people. He knew he could have sought out any of the ones who he had been moved with, they would at least be better than any of the ones they were now stuck with. But he wanted his mind clear when he spoke to Niks. There was already Isaac to think about, and what he might be able to do with the youth. Or to him.

Simon waited in the forest at the bottom of the stairs, not hiding his true face, and even displaying the wings he more often than not kept hidden. He knew that she liked them. He lay on his stomach in a patch of beautifully colored flowers. The brightness of everything in the Dreamlands was a bit startling after all the black and white, even for him. He found himself fascinated with a particular purple color at the moment, gently touching the edges of the petal to move it into light and shadow respectively. The green of the grass was beautifully rich, and the fairy wondered how anybody could live their life forever never knowing color.

He wore nothing other than a bit of cloth around his lower bits for modesty. His bare feet wiggled in the lush foliage around him, and he listened to the sounds of birds and other animals. Simon didn't know if he was ever as truly at peace as he was when in the Dreamlands.

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knowingmore
2013-07-18 02:21 am UTC (link)

The librarian didn't know how, and in all honesty, she didn't care why the fairy decided to contact her after so long by note. She was simply happy that he had. She had made minor attempts at finding her partner, and she was beginning to fear that he would not appear. Had he been left behind? Had Simon somehow talked to one of these aliens - that's what they had to be, right?

Niks had taken a long bath, working it out with a few of the other women in the building. She'd relaxed herself so that she wouldn't seem too harried when she appeared in the Dreamlands. As she'd been so worried and distracted, she'd had small problems finding it, as if she weren't worthy of the peace and serenity she found in a place that some found overly intoxicating and overwhelming.

The librarian descended the stairs and had to stop herself from the overpowering color. She had forgotten how it felt to see these wonderful colors; the place was gorgeous and mystical, but to see it after being without color for so long...She took a deep breath and released it in a soft laugh that might have suggested this was her first time rather than old hat.

"Now where are you?" she asked softly. He had to know she was here the moment she stepped into the grass at the bottom of the stairs. Her usual clothing forming around her, a gauzy billowing bit of almost nothing. She sighed softly as she felt the Dreamlands around her; it was almost home.

Moving deeper into the forest she spied a set of wings. He had his wings. There was a soft laugh, and she tiptoed up to him, more for herself than any attempt at hiding.

"Have you been naughty, fairy?" She stepped on one of his feet as she looked down at him.

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silently
2013-07-18 02:33 am UTC (link)

"I'm always naughty, ducks." Simon said, brushing his face against a flower, and turned his head to look over his shoulder at her. "You'll have to be more specific than that."

Seeing her was enough for him, but seeing her here, in the color she was supposed to be in, was pleasing in an altogether different way. Niklas Wright in the Dreamlands was a different person. More fluid, more at ease. More herself. There was freedom in her eyes and in the smile on her lips.

Simon let the wings move lazily to attract her, he knew how much she liked them. It was a part of the game today. Put her at ease. Let her get close. And then he would do what it was that he'd wanted to do for so very long. That thing that he had not had the power for because of the Tower. Now that he had the chance, he wasn't going to risk losing it for anything. Not even her own protestations. She would never know until it was done.

It was a risky way to go, he knew. She might hate him. He felt it was worth it. He would ache with her loss, yet he couldn't really imagine that it would last long at all.

The soft touch of her skin on his moved his lips into a smile.

"You do look happy."