[ Dream ] -£- 005
Note: Dated to the night before the flooding begins.
The ship was elaborate, to say the least. The finest in architectural detailing, and the strongest in mechanical engineering. It was like dancing through a dream, a ballroom floating on the ocean. Ciel pushed his way through the crowds of people, his heart hammering. This beautiful place hid a dark secret, though he coudln't think of what it was. He descended the long, spiraling stairs, down to the belly of the ship. Clang, clang, clang were the sounds of his footsteps on those steel stairs, echoing through the hull. And the walls were leaking. Yes, leaking, with water trickling in rivulated between the cracks of the metal sheeting, droplets collecting around bolts. And still he went further. Down, down, down, sure that the answer he was looking for were at the bottom.
The walls groaned, and bowed. The gentle trickling turned to a harsh spray, and Ciel yelped, sheilding his face from one of the many appearing fountains. Finally, he made it to the bottom. A inch of water, no two, maybe more, covered the floor. Splash, splash was the sound of his footsteps through the shallow pool. He had to be around here somewhere. who was he?
With every step, the water was rising. It was up to his knees, up to his thighs, every step becoming more and more difficult. He just had to cross to that other staircase, but his body was having none of it. The water pulled at his clothes, dragged him back. He leaned forward, attempting a half-hearted swim through water, his his boots, and his coat, none of them made it easy. He tasted salt, and he sputtered, feeling the chill spread through his body. For a second, he bobbed beneath the growing pool. A flash of heels, and skirts, and other heavy garments unsuited for the water. But as he moved to straighten up, plant his feet along the bottom again, he found his eyes no longer broke the surface. The sound of the water rushing in her ears drowned out all else, and he pushed against the floor, paddling in vain attempts for the surface. What had he been thinking?! His hand clawed for the large crates and their soap rope netting. He climbed them with all his might, towards the top. But the top eluded him. As he went higher, so did the ocean water. Higher, and higher, climbing and swimming. He reached behind him, grasping for a hand, gloved and laced, and he pulled, pushed, that person ahead of him. Light hair drifted in the water in front of his face as he pushed her toward the surface. Moments later, in his blurring vision, Lizzie was gone. His lungs burned for air, and finally, he could take no more of it -- he gasped, and choked, the salt filling his mouth, the water filling his lungs. He was going to drown. He was going to drown and he was panicking,as his eyes grew dark, and his arms and legs grew numb, heavy, immobile.
"Sebastian" he tried to say, but words did not come. His grip on the ropes came undone, and he sank. Slowly, the weight around him crushing, an impossible darkness slowly creeping into his eyes.
Ciel awoke with a start, a gasp, as he reached for his throat, coughing as he inhaled sweet, sweet air. He flailed aimlessly, his free hand knocking the dreamberry to the floor. What had that been about?
The ship was elaborate, to say the least. The finest in architectural detailing, and the strongest in mechanical engineering. It was like dancing through a dream, a ballroom floating on the ocean. Ciel pushed his way through the crowds of people, his heart hammering. This beautiful place hid a dark secret, though he coudln't think of what it was. He descended the long, spiraling stairs, down to the belly of the ship. Clang, clang, clang were the sounds of his footsteps on those steel stairs, echoing through the hull. And the walls were leaking. Yes, leaking, with water trickling in rivulated between the cracks of the metal sheeting, droplets collecting around bolts. And still he went further. Down, down, down, sure that the answer he was looking for were at the bottom.
The walls groaned, and bowed. The gentle trickling turned to a harsh spray, and Ciel yelped, sheilding his face from one of the many appearing fountains. Finally, he made it to the bottom. A inch of water, no two, maybe more, covered the floor. Splash, splash was the sound of his footsteps through the shallow pool. He had to be around here somewhere. who was he?
With every step, the water was rising. It was up to his knees, up to his thighs, every step becoming more and more difficult. He just had to cross to that other staircase, but his body was having none of it. The water pulled at his clothes, dragged him back. He leaned forward, attempting a half-hearted swim through water, his his boots, and his coat, none of them made it easy. He tasted salt, and he sputtered, feeling the chill spread through his body. For a second, he bobbed beneath the growing pool. A flash of heels, and skirts, and other heavy garments unsuited for the water. But as he moved to straighten up, plant his feet along the bottom again, he found his eyes no longer broke the surface. The sound of the water rushing in her ears drowned out all else, and he pushed against the floor, paddling in vain attempts for the surface. What had he been thinking?! His hand clawed for the large crates and their soap rope netting. He climbed them with all his might, towards the top. But the top eluded him. As he went higher, so did the ocean water. Higher, and higher, climbing and swimming. He reached behind him, grasping for a hand, gloved and laced, and he pulled, pushed, that person ahead of him. Light hair drifted in the water in front of his face as he pushed her toward the surface. Moments later, in his blurring vision, Lizzie was gone. His lungs burned for air, and finally, he could take no more of it -- he gasped, and choked, the salt filling his mouth, the water filling his lungs. He was going to drown. He was going to drown and he was panicking,as his eyes grew dark, and his arms and legs grew numb, heavy, immobile.
"Sebastian" he tried to say, but words did not come. His grip on the ropes came undone, and he sank. Slowly, the weight around him crushing, an impossible darkness slowly creeping into his eyes.
Ciel awoke with a start, a gasp, as he reached for his throat, coughing as he inhaled sweet, sweet air. He flailed aimlessly, his free hand knocking the dreamberry to the floor. What had that been about?