Almost like a story
After a very weird day, Faramir dreams. This is not surprising. Warning for violence and icky.
I'm almost glad I wasn't wearing my cloak, as that would have taken much more effort to wash. I didn't wait to take care of my shirt because I have no idea what that spit might have done to it. It put me off dinner. By the time I'm ready to lie down I'm just glad the strange day is over.
Something is not right. This is my room, but the noise outside... What is happening out there? I listen but cannot hear anything specific until the woman's voice.
She needs help. The robe is there, which I put on over my smallclothes before grabbing my sword--for all I know I might need it. I open the door.
The corridor is stone and dark. It's the catacombs, right from my room in the hotel. I can hear fighting but I am not sure who or what is doing it. There could well be orcs. But where is the lady?
Running, she's running but not yelling anymore. Her hair is... not hair. She's gold. That isn't her clothing, as she's not wearing any. By the time she reaches me she has slowed down to a steady walk.
"We can't stay here," she says. There is nowhere else to go but into my room. The door is closed and locked.
"What was out there?" I can hear more noises now, animal sounds. If there are orcs fighting they are losing badly.
"Death." She doesn't seem to care, just walks around my simple hotel room as though she's never seen the like. I've turned to the closet to get my cloak--I cannot have her in here like that. When I turn round she's in front of the mirror and the reflection isn't that of a woman at all. She sees my shock, so great that I've just frozen.
She's a dragon but no dragon would fit into this room.
"Who are you?" I just stand and hold the cloak like a great dunce and try to look neither below her neckline nor at the mirror. Her eyes are human but not.
"You know me, Minmir," she says, and somehow I believe her. "It is time. You gave me your word--are you not a man of your word?"
"Yes." That is true enough except I don't know what I promised to do. She's shaking her head, a little disappointed. I don't remember.
"Lie with me." There's a gold thing petting my hair and I can see her eyes. I'm not sure... How could I have promised that? I couldn't have because I'm in love with... Her eyes. I feel very small even though I'm taller than she is. I can't remember who the other woman is, the one with dark hair and fair skin. She's important but I can't... "Give me a son."
I promised but I can't. I need to have a son at home, in Middle Earth. There needs to be an heir but I'm not in Middle Earth. I don't remember promising. The tail curls into my hair so tightly, then pulls so that I spin around. I shouldn't be so dizzy, lean on my bed just until I catch my breath.
She's gone. My hair is grabbed again--not gone? My head is pulled back. Gone.
"I can't believe you just let her go." It's Jack Harkness and he sounds absolutely disgusted.
"What was I supposed to do?" He can't understand. I can't just give some woman who isn't a woman a child.
"If you don't know by this time then you're even more pathetic than I thought." He kisses me again, just like in the catacombs. I have nothing but my own hands, which come up to hit both sides of his head simultaneously. He lets go, cursing. "Virgin."
It's not true.
"Dog."
He's decided not to play, rushing forward. My head hits the wall solidly and my shoulder is right on the corner and hurts like a blade bruise through armour. I'm trying to push back but it doesn't work. I'm stuck to the wall with something. I've never seen anything like it but I shouldn't have turned my eyes away. Jack has taken the belt from my robe and doubled it over. He starts hitting me with it. It's not cutting that I can tell, and it should when it hits my face: it feels like the cane used to give my stripes.
It's just a cane but it does hurt. I've never taken more than ten at once but I feel like I'm being flayed open. There's no blood and I don't know how it's possible.
"You died too easy last time."
Is this another one of those things I have to accept because I can't change it? It seems so. It's not until he grabs my hair and kicks my knee to make me fall that I start yelling. He's not going to get what he wants but all I can do is yell. There isn't anyone outside but I'm yelling anyway.
I'm yelling when I wake up. I hope I didn't wake anyone else. I've had worse.
I'm almost glad I wasn't wearing my cloak, as that would have taken much more effort to wash. I didn't wait to take care of my shirt because I have no idea what that spit might have done to it. It put me off dinner. By the time I'm ready to lie down I'm just glad the strange day is over.
Something is not right. This is my room, but the noise outside... What is happening out there? I listen but cannot hear anything specific until the woman's voice.
She needs help. The robe is there, which I put on over my smallclothes before grabbing my sword--for all I know I might need it. I open the door.
The corridor is stone and dark. It's the catacombs, right from my room in the hotel. I can hear fighting but I am not sure who or what is doing it. There could well be orcs. But where is the lady?
Running, she's running but not yelling anymore. Her hair is... not hair. She's gold. That isn't her clothing, as she's not wearing any. By the time she reaches me she has slowed down to a steady walk.
"We can't stay here," she says. There is nowhere else to go but into my room. The door is closed and locked.
"What was out there?" I can hear more noises now, animal sounds. If there are orcs fighting they are losing badly.
"Death." She doesn't seem to care, just walks around my simple hotel room as though she's never seen the like. I've turned to the closet to get my cloak--I cannot have her in here like that. When I turn round she's in front of the mirror and the reflection isn't that of a woman at all. She sees my shock, so great that I've just frozen.
She's a dragon but no dragon would fit into this room.
"Who are you?" I just stand and hold the cloak like a great dunce and try to look neither below her neckline nor at the mirror. Her eyes are human but not.
"You know me, Minmir," she says, and somehow I believe her. "It is time. You gave me your word--are you not a man of your word?"
"Yes." That is true enough except I don't know what I promised to do. She's shaking her head, a little disappointed. I don't remember.
"Lie with me." There's a gold thing petting my hair and I can see her eyes. I'm not sure... How could I have promised that? I couldn't have because I'm in love with... Her eyes. I feel very small even though I'm taller than she is. I can't remember who the other woman is, the one with dark hair and fair skin. She's important but I can't... "Give me a son."
I promised but I can't. I need to have a son at home, in Middle Earth. There needs to be an heir but I'm not in Middle Earth. I don't remember promising. The tail curls into my hair so tightly, then pulls so that I spin around. I shouldn't be so dizzy, lean on my bed just until I catch my breath.
She's gone. My hair is grabbed again--not gone? My head is pulled back. Gone.
"I can't believe you just let her go." It's Jack Harkness and he sounds absolutely disgusted.
"What was I supposed to do?" He can't understand. I can't just give some woman who isn't a woman a child.
"If you don't know by this time then you're even more pathetic than I thought." He kisses me again, just like in the catacombs. I have nothing but my own hands, which come up to hit both sides of his head simultaneously. He lets go, cursing. "Virgin."
It's not true.
"Dog."
He's decided not to play, rushing forward. My head hits the wall solidly and my shoulder is right on the corner and hurts like a blade bruise through armour. I'm trying to push back but it doesn't work. I'm stuck to the wall with something. I've never seen anything like it but I shouldn't have turned my eyes away. Jack has taken the belt from my robe and doubled it over. He starts hitting me with it. It's not cutting that I can tell, and it should when it hits my face: it feels like the cane used to give my stripes.
It's just a cane but it does hurt. I've never taken more than ten at once but I feel like I'm being flayed open. There's no blood and I don't know how it's possible.
"You died too easy last time."
Is this another one of those things I have to accept because I can't change it? It seems so. It's not until he grabs my hair and kicks my knee to make me fall that I start yelling. He's not going to get what he wants but all I can do is yell. There isn't anyone outside but I'm yelling anyway.
I'm yelling when I wake up. I hope I didn't wake anyone else. I've had worse.