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Tweak says, "Apu friend me good"

Watanuki Kimihiro [四月一日君尋] (AKA Buttercup) (ghostduster) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2010-10-03 19:17:00

Entry tags:

!days 170-179, aeris gainsborough, albert de morcerf, allen walker, ashikawa mitsuru, claude c. kenni, danielle 'dani' phantom, dean winchester, edward elric, excel, gokudera hayato, hattori heiji, howard link, jace beleren, kudo shinichi, kuroba kaito, lelouch lamperouge, minami ikki, nabuca, nakayama yayoi, rabi, sumeragi kururu, syaoran, uchiha itachi, watanuki kimihiro, yuffie kisaragi, {emil castagnier}, {jack/tyler durden}, {lenalee lee [1]}, {ren maaka}, {sohma shigure}, {tsuchimiya kagura}, {uruki}, {{{akatsuki chika}}}, {{{almaz von almadine adamant}}}, {{{hakuba saguru}}}, {{{leonard 'bones' mccoy}}}, {{{mikaila}}}, {{{revan}}}, {{{taiki}}}

Who: Watanuki + Aeris + everyone
Where: Inside your dreeeeeams
When: Day 176, night. (after Allen's return.)
What: Watanuki and Aeris go dreamwalking. Shenanigans ensue!

[Watanuki would be a pretty damn competent dreamwalker ... if he had all of the relevant memories back. As it is, he has the power required but not the control. Which means that his forays into the dreamworld lead to a big fat interconnected mess of unconscious psyche.

What are you dreaming about tonight?]

(( OOC: Dreampost! This is done CFUD-style. For those not familiar with that, here's how it works:

A) If you comment to the post, you're hosting a dream of your own. People can comment to you as part of the dream (i.e., you dreaming about them in your head) or as a connected interloper.
B) Similarly, if you comment to someone else's thread, you're either part of their dream or crossing over from yours to theirs.
C) Feel free to remember as much of (or as little of) the dreams as you like.
D) If you're participating, then your bracer is open a tiiiny crack or two during slumber. Or otherwise briefly permeable.
E) Watanuki (and probably Aeris) will be out and about, but not commenting to everyone. Ping us if you want one of us in particular. ))

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	roadtothesky 2010-10-06 04:51 am UTC (link)
	[Tilts her head to the side, as if listening . . . and nods. The pattern of peacock feathers over the sheet around her seems to be spreading, covering more of it than before.] You should come rest. It sounds like you've come a long way. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-06 03:46 pm UTC (link)
	Rest... * the hand on her arm curves inward a little more, and he blinks at the crown embroidered on the back of it; royal purple on a field of white. * With you? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-06 04:16 pm UTC (link)
	Here. Under the sky and the stars. [Draws him closer to her, following the sounds back, and back, to the centre of her dream, until there's a soft, dry chair underneath them, rather than stone.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-07 01:13 am UTC (link)
	* closer? but-- --not so much a fall as a shift, this time, following her further from dreams of his own as she follows the sound. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-07 06:46 am UTC (link)
	[Somehow, despite expectations, the sounds around them are quieter here; as if the very peace of the place muffles them to a soft, comforting hum. Around them, gears turn and shift and further realign, glimpses of a star-studded night sky showing through the growing cracks. Her arms relax again, letting him move back.] Here. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-07 07:45 am UTC (link)
	* ...straightens slowly and gets to his feet, tilting his head back to the distant stars... and looking, really looking, at something beyond her and the chair and the machines for the first time. * * ...and stretches one hand (now covered in white, now beige) up as far as it can reach, framing the pinpricks of light between his fingers. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-07 07:50 am UTC (link)
	[Stays curled in the chair, peacock once again in her arms, just watching him as the cracks get wider, and the sky beyond (above, below, and all around) larger and larger.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

tothelight
2010-10-07 08:48 am UTC (link)

* all fingers but the index curling in towards his palm, as he slowly traces dot to dot. *

* ...and a translucent shade of another hand laid over his in similar pose, guiding it on its way... connected to arm and shoulder and body of a figure standing behind him, vague and indistinct, leaving only impressions of blonde hair sweeping past her shoulders, warm honey-gold eyes. An echo of an older woman's voice, gentle and patient. *

"Three in a row, there... that's Orion's belt. His shoulder, his arm... and his sword, or club... do you see it, Claude?"

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tothelight
2010-10-07 10:02 am UTC (link)

* and another hand rests on his head, the second shade it belongs to standing beside the first; an older man, taller, dark hair and blue eyes hinting of green, strength and command in his bearing... though the tone of his voice, as he looks to the same stars, is likewise warm. *

"These constellations... all over the world, since ages past, people have used them to find their way. We travel even further than they ever imagined today, beyond those stars themselves, but..."

* with a small, wistful smile, the woman speaks up again: *

"...even now, seeing their places in the sky... that's how we know we're on Earth."

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	tothelight 2010-10-07 10:03 am UTC (link)
	* lowers his hand to his side, voices silent, shades fading into air. * * and after a long moment (in the passage of dreams), lowers his head, too. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-08 03:08 am UTC (link)
	[Another moment, and arms wrap around him, her chin resting lightly on his shoulder as she drifts, weightless, behind him.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-08 05:00 am UTC (link)
	* ...both hands lift to her arms, holding them there, as he looks at the great gears framing the edges of everything beyond them. * Yours, or mine... they're the same. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-08 06:38 am UTC (link)
	[Nods.] Earth. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-08 07:03 am UTC (link)
	Aah. ...it's been a long time. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-08 07:16 am UTC (link)
	[Cuddles a bit closer, closing her eyes, listening to the sounds of his happiness echo in his heartbeat.] Home. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-08 09:58 am UTC (link)
	* it's there in every measure, simple and clear and bright, if tinged (faintly, just very faintly, for now) with the same wistfulness as the voice of memory. Raises a hand, fingers brushing lightly against her hair... and rests it on the side of her face, palm to cheek. * One part of home. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-08 10:48 pm UTC (link)
	[Tilts her head just a bit into it. The scenery around them flows briefly into a park playground, wide blue sky stretching forever above and around them, and then back again into night.] It's the part I remember best. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-08 11:57 pm UTC (link)
	* as the night returns, there's a sense of concrete and steel beneath their feet, a glass-covered bridge between two towers, lights of a city's traffic spread far below and above... all as tangible as the shades, the gears and sky clear even through them, and more brief in their lingering. * Your heart? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-09 12:30 pm UTC (link)
	[Lets the impressions wash over her, remembering without trying to hold them. And it's that, too, but . . .] . . . the reason. "The road that connects people to the sky." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-09 03:08 pm UTC (link)
	... Your road? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-09 03:21 pm UTC (link)
	[Memories of tools unfold like wings behind her. Memories of parts holding dreams, released like doves into the sky . . . of her hands, and Hako's, Konomi's and Nana's and Ami's, and Sensei's . . .] Our Road. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-09 03:52 pm UTC (link)
	* they brush past him, visions soft as a breeze... and with them, something new, that clicks into place beside a memory of his own. * ..."Tool Toul To"... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-09 04:12 pm UTC (link)
	[And the memories settle into the wide witch's hat on her head, wings into the ragged edges of the cloak drifting behind her.] (Reply to this) (Parent)