one match made

[mis_match]

[accidental voice post]

Really, Father, you must let the children have some of the cake! It's a wedding! I'm sure they do not normally eat cake at home. Look at what fine, healthy young children they are.

[silence]

Father?

Father!

Mr. Weston!

Miss Taylor?

[A longer silence as Emma thinks.]

When did I fall asleep?

Comments

[absinthe_eyed]

Why would a dream deny that it's a dream?

[mis_match]

Why -- why does a dream do anything? I do not claim to understand them.

[absinthe_eyed]

You claim to understand them well enough to dismiss this as a dream without conclusive evidence.

[mis_match]

Without going anywhere, I am not where I was. That evidence is conclusive enough.

[absinthe_eyed]

You're going to be disappointed when you fail to wake up.

[mis_match]

And you shall cease to be when I do.

I beg your pardon; that was intolerably rude of me, even if you are merely a figment of my fancy.

[absinthe_eyed]

I wish it was that simple.

If I'm going to be a figment of your imagination, may I have your name?

[mis_match]

Emma Woodhouse. And do you have a name, sir?

[absinthe_eyed]

Justin Pendleton.

[mis_match]

A pleasure, Mr. Pendleton, I'm sure.

[absinthe_eyed]

Justin, please.

[mis_match]

I don't think I've known you long enough to call you by your Christian name.

[absinthe_eyed]

Then consider it a favor.

[mis_match]

You are an odd one, aren't you? Justin.

[absinthe_eyed]

Not in the 21st century, no.

[mis_match]

The 21st century?