Re: Dream Log: Jude/Clem
[Clem was moving on toward that big something, the gun cold against the spot where the dress had been torn to accommodate it 'neath that belt that wasn't really made for holding onto a thing. She didn't realize she had company, not right away, which was real odd for the girl that basked in people like sunlight. But she didn't notice right off, and it was only his voice that made her stop wading through the green.
She thought, at first, that she was dreaming. Which was strange as could be, because she was dreaming. But the grasses drowned in a flash of red for a minute, there and gone, and all around them the air echoed with sounds of him being shot full of holes in the hotel. Screams that she knew were her own, and the air smelled of iron. But it was gone quick as it came, all that, and there wasn't a hint of red on her as she ran toward him.
Unthinking as that girl of eight that had worn the dress that was too small for her, she whooped as she wrapped her arms round his neck. American through and through, and she'd never been reserved like her siblings.] You're alive! [Which she'd already known, but it was different seeing.] You're dressed like a damn fool, but you're alive.