I Speak of Dreams (original)
Title: I Speak of Dreams
Fandom: Original
Characters: nameless, let's call them Boy 1 and Girl 1
Rating: G
Author's Notes: written for brigits_flame, Week One topic for October 2010, "Hero"
He wishes he could be someone different.
Most of the time, he spends the day staring up at the sky, thinking of himself as being everyone's hero. He sees himself flying, off on his way to save the world. There's so much celebration when he returns, but he pays none of that any attention. His only focus on searching the crowd for that one special person…
The day passes him by, when he imagine likes this.
He walks the same paths home, barely acknowledging those who talk to him, greet him. A nod of his head, and he continues on, feet beating a steady rhythm on the ground. The steps take him to a new fantasy. One where he's sitting in the back of an open car. Everyone is calling out his name, cheering for him.
The ticker tape falls from the tops of buildings, the very same buildings he saves from danger on a daily business. He puts a smile on his face and waves at the crowds of people that line the streets as he's paraded through. The seat next to him his empty, and he knows that there are dozens, hundreds of people that would love to fill it.
But they are not the ones that he wants. His free hand grips nothing as he continues waving.
He doesn't even notice that there's someone else on the path until he walks into them. He looks down, and mumbles an apology when he hears a laugh. The laugh that's been missing for a while. What stops him from running away from her is her offer to walk home with him.
He stammers.
"I-Isn't if far for you to walk?"
"No, plus I like walking."
She doesn't say that she likes walking with him.
They walk in silence. There's a somewhat awkward air between them, but she finds it comfortable. He wants to shrink away. Every time she gets closer, he puts more distance back in between them. They do this every couple of minutes, but it's usual.
Before he knows it, he's slinking back into his thoughts. The day is over, but his job isn't. He flies around buildings, on the look out for anything, anyone…
Someone.
Standing on the roof of a building waiting for him.
He flies towards them, and touches down right in front of them. He wants to touch them, know that they're real, but he won't. Instead, he takes a step closer.
"I was looking for you, all day."
"I'm sorry?"
A voice cuts through his thoughts, a voice that is too real to be a dream. He looks to the side and sees that she's stopped walking and is looking at him.
"Did you say something?"
"N-no! I didn't say anything."
She looks at him a bit longer, before nodding, laughing again, and apologizes for something, nothing. She catches up with him, and they go back to walking in silence.
He wishes he could be someone different. Someone who could tell her what he really wants to say to her. A hero, with no fears of what the world may bring. But she's fine with waiting.
Fandom: Original
Characters: nameless, let's call them Boy 1 and Girl 1
Rating: G
Author's Notes: written for brigits_flame, Week One topic for October 2010, "Hero"
He wishes he could be someone different.
Most of the time, he spends the day staring up at the sky, thinking of himself as being everyone's hero. He sees himself flying, off on his way to save the world. There's so much celebration when he returns, but he pays none of that any attention. His only focus on searching the crowd for that one special person…
The day passes him by, when he imagine likes this.
He walks the same paths home, barely acknowledging those who talk to him, greet him. A nod of his head, and he continues on, feet beating a steady rhythm on the ground. The steps take him to a new fantasy. One where he's sitting in the back of an open car. Everyone is calling out his name, cheering for him.
The ticker tape falls from the tops of buildings, the very same buildings he saves from danger on a daily business. He puts a smile on his face and waves at the crowds of people that line the streets as he's paraded through. The seat next to him his empty, and he knows that there are dozens, hundreds of people that would love to fill it.
But they are not the ones that he wants. His free hand grips nothing as he continues waving.
He doesn't even notice that there's someone else on the path until he walks into them. He looks down, and mumbles an apology when he hears a laugh. The laugh that's been missing for a while. What stops him from running away from her is her offer to walk home with him.
He stammers.
"I-Isn't if far for you to walk?"
"No, plus I like walking."
She doesn't say that she likes walking with him.
They walk in silence. There's a somewhat awkward air between them, but she finds it comfortable. He wants to shrink away. Every time she gets closer, he puts more distance back in between them. They do this every couple of minutes, but it's usual.
Before he knows it, he's slinking back into his thoughts. The day is over, but his job isn't. He flies around buildings, on the look out for anything, anyone…
Someone.
Standing on the roof of a building waiting for him.
He flies towards them, and touches down right in front of them. He wants to touch them, know that they're real, but he won't. Instead, he takes a step closer.
"I was looking for you, all day."
"I'm sorry?"
A voice cuts through his thoughts, a voice that is too real to be a dream. He looks to the side and sees that she's stopped walking and is looking at him.
"Did you say something?"
"N-no! I didn't say anything."
She looks at him a bit longer, before nodding, laughing again, and apologizes for something, nothing. She catches up with him, and they go back to walking in silence.
He wishes he could be someone different. Someone who could tell her what he really wants to say to her. A hero, with no fears of what the world may bring. But she's fine with waiting.