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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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	tothelight 2010-10-04 12:26 am UTC (link)
	... * slows and stops, so that even water and sword are silent. * * and listens. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-04 12:57 am UTC (link)
	[It comes no closer than that, but without the other sounds, it's easier to hear . . . the melody calming and wistful, the notes shaping words formed of no language he understands.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-04 01:07 am UTC (link)
	* and yet something about those words, and the voice... * (Reply to this) (Parent)

	tothelight 2010-10-04 01:07 am UTC (link)
	* well, when there's no road in sight... the only path is wherever he chooses to go. * * walking again, following the song to its source. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-04 01:24 am UTC (link)
	[He's definitely getting closer, the sound almost seeming to sing, now, with its own echo. Here and there, a steel girder pokes among the stone rubble, or a lone surviving pane of smooth, clear glass.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-04 01:41 am UTC (link)
	* the water and fog slowly, almost imperceptibly recede as he moves, navigating through the ruins, at times reaching out to run a hand over glass or metal or stone as he passes. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-04 02:20 am UTC (link)
	[Impressions flicker past at the soft touches; some are his, drawn from memory. Some might be his, if he were someone else, and some belong to nothing human at all; the dive of a falcon between skyscrapers, the slow trail of a sail over glass.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-04 03:04 am UTC (link)
	* a sunlit canopy of leaves. Drifting stars, through a window. The click and rumble of gears coming to life. Blazing heat washing over his arms. * * he slides his hand off one last broken spar and looks onward, picking up the pace. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-04 05:48 am UTC (link)
	[The last notes of the song fade just as the fog clears, waters low enough that there's just a thin, mirror-like coating on the courtyard ahead. Feathers is lying in the centre of the pool, wrapped loosely in her Pavo robe.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-04 11:29 am UTC (link)
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	tothelight 2010-10-04 11:29 am UTC (link)
	--________!! * breaks into a run, every step smashing through the water(mirror)'s surface and scattering reflections in a thousand droplets while too late too late toolate toolate loops endlessly in echoes silent to all but his own-- * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-04 11:34 am UTC (link)
	* and falls to his knees beside, bending over her. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-04 03:25 pm UTC (link)
	[The edges of her robe are dark where the water's soaked into it, and strands of her hair drift in the brief current he creates. But even though all else is quiet, the rise and fall of her chest is unmistakable.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-04 04:33 pm UTC (link)
	* ---not too late, then. * ... * one hand on her shoulder, gently pulling her onto her back. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

roadtothesky
2010-10-04 04:43 pm UTC (link)

[Around them, the water darkens, the reflection on its surface . . . not right somehow, broken pillars crumbling, moving, shifting, falling blocks like the teeth of turning gears, ruins closing in and in until there's no sign of the grey sky above them at all . . .

She turns easily, shoulder cool to the touch but expression peaceful, as if she were no more than sleeping.]

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	tothelight 2010-10-04 05:33 pm UTC (link)
	* immediately tenses and looks up and around, both hands gripping her shoulders-- * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-04 05:39 pm UTC (link)
	* --but they're not...? * * looks at the water, then the unchanged ruins around them... then her, again. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-04 05:42 pm UTC (link)
	* ...brushing the damp hair from her face. * ...Feathers? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-04 06:47 pm UTC (link)
	[Faint, faint in the air . . . distant and all around them, echoing and distorted . . . there's the same hint of music. Eyes still closed, her arm lifts, purple fabric sliding back over bare skin (and merging into the white sheet wrapped around her reflection, no hint of Pavo colours at all), face tilting blindly toward him as her fingers brush his cheek.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-05 12:10 am UTC (link)
	* contact's enough. * * slides an arm around her waist and pulls her up, holding her against himself, burying his face in her hair, the thinly-gloved fingers of his other hand threading through the long strands. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-05 12:31 am UTC (link)
	[Still moving slowly, her fingers wrap around the back of his neck, face turning to his throat, breath warm against his skin.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tothelight 2010-10-05 12:47 am UTC (link)
	* ...opens his eyes, looking over her head at the reflections in the water. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

roadtothesky
2010-10-05 01:05 am UTC (link)

[There is the briefest moment to take the images in—the turning gears, the cables that stretch from her arms and back up to connections unknown, the peacock with no matching reflection on the other side, looking up at him with golden eyes—and the hand around his neck tightens, the music in the air suddenly clear as the body in his arms rocks backward with speed and strength, pulling him face-first into the image below.]

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	tothelight 2010-10-05 01:24 am UTC (link)
	--! * falling right through. * (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	roadtothesky 2010-10-05 01:38 am UTC (link)
	[Vertigo hits hard and fast, like falling and jolting awake all at once, the world wobbling and tilting and holding perfectly still— And he's lying half collapsed on her lap on a stone platform, cheek pressed to white fabric, water a shallow mirror beneath them and sound all around.] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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