Sam Caulfield won't be a damsel-in-distress (givemethechild) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-17 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | jareth, sarah williams |
Who: Sam and Dante
What: Dreaming
Where: Sam’s dreams
When: Earlier today
Warnings: General creeperness, kissing, and thrown chairs.
Notes: Sam protests the use of her sole snogging icon.
Since Rory had saved her, Sam had only slept during the day. The change had been easy enough, wrapping up loose ends and becoming a so-called creature of the night. She found she slept better during the day, without any need to worry about Rory coming or going, or anything else. No school, just work which was limited to night, and the occasional grocery trip. And of course, searching for clues on Freddie.
Today, Sam wasn’t aware that she was dreaming, only crashing on her bed after a late shift with Lily. She’d snuggled under her covers and fallen asleep instantly, forgetting the real world and becoming lost in the dreams. When she finally became aware of herself again, Sam was in a place she didn’t recognize for a reason she couldn’t remember. Hovering at the edge of a large room, decorated with draped curtains and scattered with people in varying states of undress, she felt unsettled. She didn’t fit in with this lush room; the lack of eye contact reinforced that.
Her hands folded in the skirt of her dress - she glanced down, taking in white, gauzy fabric that extended from her hips. A faint frown remained on her face as she swished her hips once. It made a shooshing sound, barely over the noise in the room. It was fairy-tale like, meant for a princess. For that reason alone, Sam felt unsettled in it. She didn’t want to be a princess, even if she didn’t know why.
Still, something compelled her from ripping it off - whether it be the embarrassment in a room full of adults or the slow, laziness which seemed to filter the dream. Things seemed as hazy as her memory and she watched the crowd, gliding forward - unsure of who or what she was looking for, but only that she was.