InsaneJournal

Who: Cal & Open
Where: Park near the apartments
When: Early Wednesday, Jan 13th
Warnings: Possible, will update as necessary.


The dreams had come back, and that was enough to get him running again, as if he could leave them behind somehow. It hadn't worked yet but that didn't stop him from trying. They would have been nightmares to anyone else, but to Cal they were familiar enough that they could almost be called old friends. If it weren't for the fact that they still terrified him, but on a much deeper level now that he knew, at least in part, what he was capable of.

The first thing he'd done that morning, after sun-up, though it was hard to tell with all the cloud cover, was to put on his shoes, grab his jacket, and start running, even before breakfast. He'd made it to the park in ten minutes, a trip that even at a run usually took him at least fifteen. That was one of the things that was bothering him, that there was nothing wrong with his brain, but he kept having the dreams, he could move faster than he had before, with that same easy lope that the Auphe had, smooth and easy like a striking snake.

He'd already made three laps of the park and was partway through a third, finally starting to slow to a normal pace, starting to tire, if only a little. His jacket was tied around his waist, wearing jeans and a long-sleeved tee, even in the cold, his hair was in disarray since he hadn't bothered to tie it back before he'd bolted, he'd head back soon enough, he was going to try another lap or two to either tire himself sufficiently, or manage to outrun the dreams still nagging at the back of his mind.