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Aura Castillo ∴ Hel ([info]calaveritas) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-10 16:47:00

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Entry tags:hel, odin

Who: Aura and Pierce
What: A dream
Where: Aura's head
When: After Billy's dream
Warnings: None

The time between dreams was so much nothing that Aura didn't remember it, and it wasn't until someone else entered the dreamscape that she noticed. Slowly, slowly the dreamscape had been becoming a physical, tangible version of her myth's space. And on the night that the stranger entered the dream the space was almost alive with the growth of itself, a sense of building in the cold dark air. It was as if Niflheim had taken root in the sleeping mind of the girl in the hospital bed. Billy had been to the place once in its infancy, when it was no more than an idea.

It was underground, and underfoot was craggy black rock. And the dreamer would arrive at the edge of a crystal bridge precariously suspended. Beyond it, woods. Beyond that, darkness and a threshold, large and looming.



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[info]calaveritas
2010-09-12 03:51 am UTC (link)
The idea of hijacking a cosplay group brought a smile to her lips and her laughter rung out across the dying dream. She hugged him again, this time tighter, reluctant to let him leave, but then she sat back again. She gave him the same Vulcan greeting he had given her a few minutes earlier, even as she nodded at his request.

"Live long and prosper, uncle Pierce."

And then the dream faded and she was gone again, all silent.

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