[Week 26, day 5] Dream
The world is gray, with little specks of white that wash out the senses, blind his eyes with the terrible beauty that falls to him, gently, gently. It’s cold and so bitterly cruel in it’s feather-light caress.
And yet.
There is a lingering warmth that spreads from his chest to curve tiny lips up into a brilliant smile, full of wonderment, brimming with absolute joy. Little fingers reach up, straining to catch the delicate specks that fade to water on warm skin, much to his childish delight.
“Haaa-haaa~ What’s thiiiis?”
“It’s snow, Prince.”
“Hnnnnn, Hands are shiiivvvvery!”
“Here, this will make them warm.”
He watches with an innocent glee as the large Guard kneels before him and takes his own hands in hand. They look so big, compared to his own - even when he spreads his fingers, they can’t reach across those strong palms. And then the ghost of warm moisture as the man breaths across those tiny hands, warming them with an infinite care and the boy laughs with a childish delight. Little feet stomp in the snow as the child dances in place, his voice a gentle giggle.
“Waaarm! Mar-kun, warm!”
Except there are people running, everywhere, in every direction and the Father is clutching him tight. There is confusion writ large in wide, frightened eyes, but then the Guard is back and smiling at him, despite the chaos that surrounds them.
“Prince, we will always serve by your side. Forever!”
And now it’s still cold, and the snow more cutting as it settles softly over slightly larger fingers, impersonally cruel in the silence as he stares up at the once-familiar building. The tears feel like tiny pricks of a needle as they fall in crystalline streaks over flushed cheeks as he just stands there, eyes fixed on the sight before him - the memory made real at the gates of the destitute Raggs Castle, where memories of warmth and joy shimmer just out of reach.
“…I’m home.”
A simple statement that reflects a wealth of loss and pain in the flat tone as the boy falls to his knees in the snow, hiding the rage of chaotic emotions buried too deep for far, far too long. He turns his head, the rivulets of tears carving frigid paths down his cheeks as he presses his forehead to that of the soft pink dragon on his shoulder, feels the ghost of a familiar hand gently gripping his shoulder, the hint of honey blond hair and warm hazel eyes watching him for a blessed moment.
“Welcome to my home, Mikage.”
--
[The faintest of sharply drawn breaths snap the boy’s eyes open to stare up at the brilliant azure sky, the wisps of clouds floating lazily across the dome. It was just a dream - just a memory he’d already gained - so he sighs and sits up, then snatches up the Hitomi and zings it with an unerring precision at the blond man luxuriating in the steaming water.]
Get out of the damned water already you stupid perverted Bishop! And don’t read your porn out in the open like that, just because we’re stuck here--!
(OOC: Teito is green and his personal guard, from when he was younger and before the fall of the Raggs Kingdom, is blue.)
And yet.
There is a lingering warmth that spreads from his chest to curve tiny lips up into a brilliant smile, full of wonderment, brimming with absolute joy. Little fingers reach up, straining to catch the delicate specks that fade to water on warm skin, much to his childish delight.
“Haaa-haaa~ What’s thiiiis?”
“It’s snow, Prince.”
“Hnnnnn, Hands are shiiivvvvery!”
“Here, this will make them warm.”
He watches with an innocent glee as the large Guard kneels before him and takes his own hands in hand. They look so big, compared to his own - even when he spreads his fingers, they can’t reach across those strong palms. And then the ghost of warm moisture as the man breaths across those tiny hands, warming them with an infinite care and the boy laughs with a childish delight. Little feet stomp in the snow as the child dances in place, his voice a gentle giggle.
“Waaarm! Mar-kun, warm!”
Except there are people running, everywhere, in every direction and the Father is clutching him tight. There is confusion writ large in wide, frightened eyes, but then the Guard is back and smiling at him, despite the chaos that surrounds them.
“Prince, we will always serve by your side. Forever!”
And now it’s still cold, and the snow more cutting as it settles softly over slightly larger fingers, impersonally cruel in the silence as he stares up at the once-familiar building. The tears feel like tiny pricks of a needle as they fall in crystalline streaks over flushed cheeks as he just stands there, eyes fixed on the sight before him - the memory made real at the gates of the destitute Raggs Castle, where memories of warmth and joy shimmer just out of reach.
“…I’m home.”
A simple statement that reflects a wealth of loss and pain in the flat tone as the boy falls to his knees in the snow, hiding the rage of chaotic emotions buried too deep for far, far too long. He turns his head, the rivulets of tears carving frigid paths down his cheeks as he presses his forehead to that of the soft pink dragon on his shoulder, feels the ghost of a familiar hand gently gripping his shoulder, the hint of honey blond hair and warm hazel eyes watching him for a blessed moment.
“Welcome to my home, Mikage.”
--
[The faintest of sharply drawn breaths snap the boy’s eyes open to stare up at the brilliant azure sky, the wisps of clouds floating lazily across the dome. It was just a dream - just a memory he’d already gained - so he sighs and sits up, then snatches up the Hitomi and zings it with an unerring precision at the blond man luxuriating in the steaming water.]
Get out of the damned water already you stupid perverted Bishop! And don’t read your porn out in the open like that, just because we’re stuck here--!
(OOC: Teito is green and his personal guard, from when he was younger and before the fall of the Raggs Kingdom, is blue.)