jude "i am super chill all the time!!!!" murphy (sueasadsong) wrote in rooms,
Dream Log: Jude/Clem
[Jude was not used to being aware of a dream when he was in it, but somehow his rational mind whispered to him that this was all wrong. His eyes opened to the bright and tall grass, and it was almost like the brilliant colors of a trip they took to Ireland, in the country. He always felt like a treasured child to his parents. Perhaps they all did, in their way, but Jude was precocious. He wanted to be useful, instead of laying around, taking the money that was his by right and inheritance. The law was a game to him. His recent experience taught him a valuable lesson: not everything was a game. And he could lose.
He similarly found himself dressed the way he did in Ireland. It was still rather stylish, for an eight year old, but he was typically in suits these days. He was his current age, only drowning in nostalgia, apparently. He appeared far more relaxed than his usual polished, distant exterior. His dark hair was ruffled, and this was far different from the Gatsby world. No lights and old school cars and glittery decadence.
He too saw something big in the distance, and walked toward it, drawn by curiosity and lacking his wariness. Before he could figure out what it was, his attention turned to the girl not far away, and for a second his dreamlike state couldn't identify him. When he did, his joy lacked all jaded sharpness that became his calling card.] Clementine!