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"Are you cold?"
The face and voice of the speaker are exactly like that of C.C.'s. Except this voice is softer, lighter, almost tender. Something very different from the Witch's usually cold, deadpan drawl. The speaker's face is zoomed back, showing a woman wearing Chinese apparel; a purple shirt with a high-collar and the hem falling above her hips, her low-riding purple pants the same shade.
This woman is C.C., without a doubt. Yet the expression on her face is different. There's a softness in the usually blank, emotionless eyes. Her lime brows are lifted slightly in concern as the Dreamberry moves away from her face, now settled on a boy who looks very much like Mao.
"N-Not really C.C." He piped, though his teeth were chattering, the Dreamberry zooming away from his face as well and focusing on the dark sky. Cold wind is merciless as it whips through the ferns and pines of the wilderness shown in this dream.
The woman laughs a little, the sound light.
"Silly Mao." This gentler-C.C. says, her lips pulling into an almost crescent moon as it shows her walking towards her smaller companion, her soft hands gently settling on his shoulders, her breath faint clouds in the winter wind.
The boy's eyes are full of adoration, as he seems to glow beneath the woman's touch, the woman's smile. The sense of gentleness you feel in this dream isn't something you'd associate with the cold woman who dreams it. The smile on the woman's face is so...human.
"Come then, " She says at last, offering him her hand as she chuckles. "I can't have you freezing in the cold, now can I?"She said teasingly. Little Mao's face , (no doubt this is younger Mao, but how come C.C. doesn't look younger as well?) is embarassed, nodding with chattering teeth as he still somehow manages to beam up at her, grabbing her hand and wrapping his little fingers around hers. Her expression is solemn, as she turns, the two continuing to trudge along the ice-frosted earth
--
The Dreamberry now zooms on a worn down, one-room shack. The roof is falling through with numerous missing planks of wood, cold air beginning to fall through the gaps and onto the floor that is covered in hay.
"It looks like it's been abandoned for a while." The woman's voice again.The Dreamberry is on C.C. and the little boy who is holding her hand, their breath ghosting soft clouds as they move to open the rickety wooden door. Dust and clouds begin to fall from the sudden movement, the woman covering the boy's face from the dust clouds with her sleeve before gently ushering him in.
"Can we stay here you think?" The little boy stammers, teeth chattering loudly as the woman who holds his hand frowns, sighing as she shakes her head. "Well, at this rate you'll freeze out in that cold, so we don't have much choice. " She says calmly, walking into the small, crowded hovel of a shack and ushering the boy in with an outstretched hand.
"Stay close to me, Mao, and you won't be cold." She says kindly, and the boy nods, eager to be close to the woman as he walks towards her hesitantly, taking her outstretched hand once again.
The green-haired woman lowers her body onto the hay, lying on her side with her face in the direction of the boys. He hesitates. "C.C. can I scoot closer?" He asks in a small voice.
In response, the woman gently pulls the boy's body towards her, close to her chest as she wraps her arms around him, feeling his body wriggle at the warmth of another.
"...Are you still cold, Mao?" She says after a pause, and blinks once or twice to find that the boy in her arms has fallen asleep. A faint smile stays on her face briefly, before she closes her own eyes.
"Goodnight, Mao."
(They look like this:
( NOTE; If you know C.C. well enough you will get the general gist of this dream. If you don't, you'll just get blurs of images and words. 8D )
The face and voice of the speaker are exactly like that of C.C.'s. Except this voice is softer, lighter, almost tender. Something very different from the Witch's usually cold, deadpan drawl. The speaker's face is zoomed back, showing a woman wearing Chinese apparel; a purple shirt with a high-collar and the hem falling above her hips, her low-riding purple pants the same shade.
This woman is C.C., without a doubt. Yet the expression on her face is different. There's a softness in the usually blank, emotionless eyes. Her lime brows are lifted slightly in concern as the Dreamberry moves away from her face, now settled on a boy who looks very much like Mao.
"N-Not really C.C." He piped, though his teeth were chattering, the Dreamberry zooming away from his face as well and focusing on the dark sky. Cold wind is merciless as it whips through the ferns and pines of the wilderness shown in this dream.
The woman laughs a little, the sound light.
"Silly Mao." This gentler-C.C. says, her lips pulling into an almost crescent moon as it shows her walking towards her smaller companion, her soft hands gently settling on his shoulders, her breath faint clouds in the winter wind.
The boy's eyes are full of adoration, as he seems to glow beneath the woman's touch, the woman's smile. The sense of gentleness you feel in this dream isn't something you'd associate with the cold woman who dreams it. The smile on the woman's face is so...human.
"Come then, " She says at last, offering him her hand as she chuckles. "I can't have you freezing in the cold, now can I?"She said teasingly. Little Mao's face , (no doubt this is younger Mao, but how come C.C. doesn't look younger as well?) is embarassed, nodding with chattering teeth as he still somehow manages to beam up at her, grabbing her hand and wrapping his little fingers around hers. Her expression is solemn, as she turns, the two continuing to trudge along the ice-frosted earth
--
The Dreamberry now zooms on a worn down, one-room shack. The roof is falling through with numerous missing planks of wood, cold air beginning to fall through the gaps and onto the floor that is covered in hay.
"It looks like it's been abandoned for a while." The woman's voice again.The Dreamberry is on C.C. and the little boy who is holding her hand, their breath ghosting soft clouds as they move to open the rickety wooden door. Dust and clouds begin to fall from the sudden movement, the woman covering the boy's face from the dust clouds with her sleeve before gently ushering him in.
"Can we stay here you think?" The little boy stammers, teeth chattering loudly as the woman who holds his hand frowns, sighing as she shakes her head. "Well, at this rate you'll freeze out in that cold, so we don't have much choice. " She says calmly, walking into the small, crowded hovel of a shack and ushering the boy in with an outstretched hand.
"Stay close to me, Mao, and you won't be cold." She says kindly, and the boy nods, eager to be close to the woman as he walks towards her hesitantly, taking her outstretched hand once again.
The green-haired woman lowers her body onto the hay, lying on her side with her face in the direction of the boys. He hesitates. "C.C. can I scoot closer?" He asks in a small voice.
In response, the woman gently pulls the boy's body towards her, close to her chest as she wraps her arms around him, feeling his body wriggle at the warmth of another.
"...Are you still cold, Mao?" She says after a pause, and blinks once or twice to find that the boy in her arms has fallen asleep. A faint smile stays on her face briefly, before she closes her own eyes.
"Goodnight, Mao."
(They look like this:
( NOTE; If you know C.C. well enough you will get the general gist of this dream. If you don't, you'll just get blurs of images and words. 8D )