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rainbowfic2014-04-27 03:27 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2014-04-27 03:27 pm
Lawn Green 12 - Daffodil 8 - Bichromatic
Name: Kana
Title: Recognition
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Lawn green 12. the longest day - Daffodil 8. young love
Supplies and Styles: eraser (Dream AU) - Bichromatic
Word count: 910
Rating: PG13
Summary: Those dreams seem too real…
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Other prompt used: Cliff
The wind is blowing, making her hair fly around wildly. Despite it falling 'till halfway her back, she rarely ever holds it together. This is one of the reasons. She likes how the wind plays with it.
Part of her wonders why she's standing here. On top of a cliff. The sea far beneath her feet. Water splashing against the rocks.
When she looks behind her, there is nothing to see but green grass fields. And far in the distance, a lonely house. And a little closed, little black dots. People.
Looking back in front of her. Water as far as the eye can see. Plain blue. Beautiful. A lonely boat on the horizon.
When she looks down at herself, she notices strange clothes. A Japanese kimono. Something she rarely wears. Except when she's visiting her mother's family. And even then, only on official holidays.
Surprised she takes a hold of the soft silken material. Notices only now how pale her hands are. And how smooth. As if they've never had to work...
Sighing she closes her eyes, letting the sun caress her face. She feels exhausted. As if she has run the entire day. As if it has been a very long day...
Looking back in front of her she is surprised to see how close the ship has sailed already. She can almost see the men on the deck.
There is a sudden fear falling over her. No, not just fear... Her hands are sweaty and trembling, her heart is beating wildly, her stomach tightens and so does her chest, and her legs want to give away underneath her.
A vague yelling reaches her ears, it makes her shiver. As in slow motion she looks behind her, seeing the mob advance steadily. The black dots having transformed to people. Angry faces. They seem to be dragging someone with them.
Her eyes widen when she recognizes... She doesn't know. Doesn't know who he is. She recognizes him, but she doesn't know the boy... Yet her heart tells her she does, it clenches in fear. So much pain...
Scared eyes look up to her. Scared and devoted and love. And a stubbornness that tells her he will not talk.
She doesn't know what it is that he will not tell the men that have captured him. But she knows it is important. She knows the information he possesses might cause many people's death, if ever his captures find out. She knows she has the same information, hidden somewhere deep inside. Somewhere she can't reach.
"Let him go."
Surprised she hears herself talk. Her voice firm and steady and demanding. And not really sounding like herself... She wonders what has happened to her voice.
"But he's a traitor."
She can feel how her eyes narrow.
"He's not. And you don't address me like that."
There is a slight hint of fear in the man's eyes, before it is once more replaced with anger.
The men shout and advance on her. Still she doesn't move. Despite being terrified.
"Don't let them catch you. Run... Please."
She shakes her head. "I am not leaving you."
She's surprised at how much love she suddenly feels for the captured man.
"Don't. Please... Don't die for me."
Despite his words, despite the angry men, she smiles. She'd do anything for this man...
Slowly she reaches out for him. The movement makes the other men stop dead still in their tracks. Carefully her fingers caress his cheek before she leans closer to place a gentle kiss on his lips. She can hear the sharp intakes of breath all around her, the soft mumblings. She can feel the incomprehension and their anger. And still they do not move. Not yet. For a moment too stunned. For a moment still, to much respect and awe for her.
Smiling she takes his hand in hers, helping him back up on his feet, walking with him to the edge of the cliff.
Their eyes lock. And the peace and the love she finds in his orbs, is all she needs to know...
-
When she wakes, she doesn't scream. It are just her eyes that open wide, her hand moving to cover her chest - there where her heart is beating wildly, her breathing ragged. She can still feel his hand in hers, can still feel how they dropped...
Looking aside she sees Nick lying peacefully next to her. It makes her heart skip a beat. His hand resting on her own.
Nick. The boy. The same. And still different...
Her breathing is ragged and she shakes her head. The dream felt so real. So real... It still feels real. The fear and the pain. The loneliness. The anger. Them falling of the cliff... She woke before they hit the water though.
Surprised she finds there are tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Freya?"
Turning around she meet his worried gaze.
"Are you alright?"
His hand reaches out to caress her face. And there is nothing more she wants but to hide in his arms and cry... Instead she replies that "I'm okay. Go back to sleep. It was just a silly nightmare."
Secretly she's eternally grateful that Nick ignores her words, inching closer to her side and wrapping his arm around her, holding her.
Freya wonders if she should tell him. It's not the first time she has those dreams. And every time she thinks the same: 'Am I going mad?'
Title: Recognition
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Lawn green 12. the longest day - Daffodil 8. young love
Supplies and Styles: eraser (Dream AU) - Bichromatic
Word count: 910
Rating: PG13
Summary: Those dreams seem too real…
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Other prompt used: Cliff
The wind is blowing, making her hair fly around wildly. Despite it falling 'till halfway her back, she rarely ever holds it together. This is one of the reasons. She likes how the wind plays with it.
Part of her wonders why she's standing here. On top of a cliff. The sea far beneath her feet. Water splashing against the rocks.
When she looks behind her, there is nothing to see but green grass fields. And far in the distance, a lonely house. And a little closed, little black dots. People.
Looking back in front of her. Water as far as the eye can see. Plain blue. Beautiful. A lonely boat on the horizon.
When she looks down at herself, she notices strange clothes. A Japanese kimono. Something she rarely wears. Except when she's visiting her mother's family. And even then, only on official holidays.
Surprised she takes a hold of the soft silken material. Notices only now how pale her hands are. And how smooth. As if they've never had to work...
Sighing she closes her eyes, letting the sun caress her face. She feels exhausted. As if she has run the entire day. As if it has been a very long day...
Looking back in front of her she is surprised to see how close the ship has sailed already. She can almost see the men on the deck.
There is a sudden fear falling over her. No, not just fear... Her hands are sweaty and trembling, her heart is beating wildly, her stomach tightens and so does her chest, and her legs want to give away underneath her.
A vague yelling reaches her ears, it makes her shiver. As in slow motion she looks behind her, seeing the mob advance steadily. The black dots having transformed to people. Angry faces. They seem to be dragging someone with them.
Her eyes widen when she recognizes... She doesn't know. Doesn't know who he is. She recognizes him, but she doesn't know the boy... Yet her heart tells her she does, it clenches in fear. So much pain...
Scared eyes look up to her. Scared and devoted and love. And a stubbornness that tells her he will not talk.
She doesn't know what it is that he will not tell the men that have captured him. But she knows it is important. She knows the information he possesses might cause many people's death, if ever his captures find out. She knows she has the same information, hidden somewhere deep inside. Somewhere she can't reach.
"Let him go."
Surprised she hears herself talk. Her voice firm and steady and demanding. And not really sounding like herself... She wonders what has happened to her voice.
"But he's a traitor."
She can feel how her eyes narrow.
"He's not. And you don't address me like that."
There is a slight hint of fear in the man's eyes, before it is once more replaced with anger.
The men shout and advance on her. Still she doesn't move. Despite being terrified.
"Don't let them catch you. Run... Please."
She shakes her head. "I am not leaving you."
She's surprised at how much love she suddenly feels for the captured man.
"Don't. Please... Don't die for me."
Despite his words, despite the angry men, she smiles. She'd do anything for this man...
Slowly she reaches out for him. The movement makes the other men stop dead still in their tracks. Carefully her fingers caress his cheek before she leans closer to place a gentle kiss on his lips. She can hear the sharp intakes of breath all around her, the soft mumblings. She can feel the incomprehension and their anger. And still they do not move. Not yet. For a moment too stunned. For a moment still, to much respect and awe for her.
Smiling she takes his hand in hers, helping him back up on his feet, walking with him to the edge of the cliff.
Their eyes lock. And the peace and the love she finds in his orbs, is all she needs to know...
-
When she wakes, she doesn't scream. It are just her eyes that open wide, her hand moving to cover her chest - there where her heart is beating wildly, her breathing ragged. She can still feel his hand in hers, can still feel how they dropped...
Looking aside she sees Nick lying peacefully next to her. It makes her heart skip a beat. His hand resting on her own.
Nick. The boy. The same. And still different...
Her breathing is ragged and she shakes her head. The dream felt so real. So real... It still feels real. The fear and the pain. The loneliness. The anger. Them falling of the cliff... She woke before they hit the water though.
Surprised she finds there are tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Freya?"
Turning around she meet his worried gaze.
"Are you alright?"
His hand reaches out to caress her face. And there is nothing more she wants but to hide in his arms and cry... Instead she replies that "I'm okay. Go back to sleep. It was just a silly nightmare."
Secretly she's eternally grateful that Nick ignores her words, inching closer to her side and wrapping his arm around her, holding her.
Freya wonders if she should tell him. It's not the first time she has those dreams. And every time she thinks the same: 'Am I going mad?'
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I love how she travelled back in time/to another universe while asleep and somehow was aware that something was different. Good that he fares better in this universe.
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And yes, he fares much better in this universe. :-)
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