☆ Dream: Escape Your Fate
About: Uh... Gwendolyn's "racy" dream, featuring armisonant!
Dream Effects: Emotions that vary between relief, warm and fuzzy, and passionate.
Warnings: Uh... none, actually.
[ The Princess was running down a hallway--a shot of her black heels clicking against the stone floor of a large castle was seen, the young woman holding up the hem of her dress as she ran. Long silver hair fluttered behind her. She looked terrified. ]
Father, please, don't...! [ Her voice sounded out in the castle. Gwendolyn looked back as if something was chasing her down the halls. The Princess, however, hurriedly turned a corner--only for a strong thud to sound out, echoing in the hallway. ]
[ There was only a whip of silver hair, as well as a black cloak that cast its shadow across the dark hallway. When Gwendolyn looked up, her comrade Tybalt stood before her, looking down at the valkyrie. ]
Princess. [ Tybalt had caught the woman by the shoulders as she had plowed through the hallway and almost crashed into him. Gwendolyn looked up to him, her expression desperate. ]
Sir Tybalt...! [ Gwendolyn looked back behind her. ] ...I can't escape... Lord Odin is going to... my father is...!
[ Suddenly, the silver maiden was pulled forward, drawn into a warm, tight hug in Tybalt's arms. Gwendolyn's eyes widened; it felt as if her heart had stopped. Tybalt's body was strong and warm. her cheeks started turning pink as he held her close. ]
Its fine. [ One of his hands ran down to the small of her back, holding the woman close to him. ] ...If he's chasing you, then we'll run. We can run away from your fate... [ And he leaned over her, his lips close to her cheek as he murmured against her skin. ]
...Together.
[ Gwendolyn woke up slowly in her room, staring up at the ceiling. A faint red light pulsed against her face, merely matching her pink cheeks. ]
Dream Effects: Emotions that vary between relief, warm and fuzzy, and passionate.
Warnings: Uh... none, actually.
[ The Princess was running down a hallway--a shot of her black heels clicking against the stone floor of a large castle was seen, the young woman holding up the hem of her dress as she ran. Long silver hair fluttered behind her. She looked terrified. ]
Father, please, don't...! [ Her voice sounded out in the castle. Gwendolyn looked back as if something was chasing her down the halls. The Princess, however, hurriedly turned a corner--only for a strong thud to sound out, echoing in the hallway. ]
[ There was only a whip of silver hair, as well as a black cloak that cast its shadow across the dark hallway. When Gwendolyn looked up, her comrade Tybalt stood before her, looking down at the valkyrie. ]
Princess. [ Tybalt had caught the woman by the shoulders as she had plowed through the hallway and almost crashed into him. Gwendolyn looked up to him, her expression desperate. ]
Sir Tybalt...! [ Gwendolyn looked back behind her. ] ...I can't escape... Lord Odin is going to... my father is...!
[ Suddenly, the silver maiden was pulled forward, drawn into a warm, tight hug in Tybalt's arms. Gwendolyn's eyes widened; it felt as if her heart had stopped. Tybalt's body was strong and warm. her cheeks started turning pink as he held her close. ]
Its fine. [ One of his hands ran down to the small of her back, holding the woman close to him. ] ...If he's chasing you, then we'll run. We can run away from your fate... [ And he leaned over her, his lips close to her cheek as he murmured against her skin. ]
...Together.
[ Gwendolyn woke up slowly in her room, staring up at the ceiling. A faint red light pulsed against her face, merely matching her pink cheeks. ]