Fic: Haven't met You Yet
Title: Haven't Met You Yet.
Pairing: Cara/Dahlia
Disclaimers: Nothing belongs to me, not now not ever...Title and inspiration for this fic is Michael Buble song of the same title.
A/N: short fic written as an alternate for legendland bb alt
Summery: Cara remembers her life pre-Unbroken/Tears/all that 'lets change the characters canon'
A persistent memory. A thousand scenes fill my dreams. More than vivid. Real. As though lived. Too solid to be imagined. To perfect to be reality.
It stays with me. Eating at my mind. Permeating into my waking thoughts. This life lived with another. A past I have never experienced. So detailed. Shading my own reality. Begging me to question the very fabric of it.
What is real? The life I live. Surrounded by people I hardly know. Who could never understand me. Or the world of dreams. Where she whispers of love.
Her breath hot on my ear. Still feel it now. In some foreign field. Some distant land. Saving nameless people from monsters too fantastic. Living in a world so full of magic. Fairytale and fantasy bleed into everyday. Dreaming of a dark room. Lit by a single candle. Where each touch burns with promise. And a thousand things are possible.
Begin to live in dreams. More and more. Retreat to them. Ignore that mord'sith should not dream. I am different. She is special. As I whisper so often. Long after our immaterial exertion ends. As she falls asleep in our imaginary bed.
I look for her. In each town we pass through. For a flash of blonde. A glimpse of lips the colour of roses. Heart skips. Something rises. Unknown to me. A kin to hope. But not quite. And then it is gone. Sooner than it appeared. Dissipating into nothingness.
Wonder if I dream. Or if I remember. Is it the past. Or a future yet to pass. Or simply the result of too many nights spent alone. Lying restless on a cold floor. Wishing for another to warm my arms. For someone to share those moments with.
Convince myself it does not matter. These things I should not want. Do not want. But find I do. Almost need. This fractured dreamscape. My juxtaposed reality. Distracting me from this. Reminding me. There is something worth fighting for. Beyond duty. Orders. Training. There is light in a world so dark.
And so I search for her. Know she exists. Somewhere in this world. The woman in my dreams, of my dreams, resides. Dreaming of me. Thinking on me as I her.
I simply haven't met her yet.
And with each breath I make a promise to her. Each heart beat is for this unknown entity. Her ethereal presence more real to me than my own. A voice only heard in sleep pierces my thoughts. Rings out inside my mind. Louder than those around me. As moments merge. Hours become days. Nights become one. And I find I am drowning in her. Suffocated. And I cannot bring myself to remember. How to breathe. Why it is necessary. Want to vanish. Into the world of my dreams. Into her.
Cling to the ideal. The idea. The single truth I know. My firm belief in a world of uncertainty. That I will find her. That I simply have not met her yet.
Pairing: Cara/Dahlia
Disclaimers: Nothing belongs to me, not now not ever...Title and inspiration for this fic is Michael Buble song of the same title.
A/N: short fic written as an alternate for legendland bb alt
Summery: Cara remembers her life pre-Unbroken/Tears/all that 'lets change the characters canon'
A persistent memory. A thousand scenes fill my dreams. More than vivid. Real. As though lived. Too solid to be imagined. To perfect to be reality.
It stays with me. Eating at my mind. Permeating into my waking thoughts. This life lived with another. A past I have never experienced. So detailed. Shading my own reality. Begging me to question the very fabric of it.
What is real? The life I live. Surrounded by people I hardly know. Who could never understand me. Or the world of dreams. Where she whispers of love.
Her breath hot on my ear. Still feel it now. In some foreign field. Some distant land. Saving nameless people from monsters too fantastic. Living in a world so full of magic. Fairytale and fantasy bleed into everyday. Dreaming of a dark room. Lit by a single candle. Where each touch burns with promise. And a thousand things are possible.
Begin to live in dreams. More and more. Retreat to them. Ignore that mord'sith should not dream. I am different. She is special. As I whisper so often. Long after our immaterial exertion ends. As she falls asleep in our imaginary bed.
I look for her. In each town we pass through. For a flash of blonde. A glimpse of lips the colour of roses. Heart skips. Something rises. Unknown to me. A kin to hope. But not quite. And then it is gone. Sooner than it appeared. Dissipating into nothingness.
Wonder if I dream. Or if I remember. Is it the past. Or a future yet to pass. Or simply the result of too many nights spent alone. Lying restless on a cold floor. Wishing for another to warm my arms. For someone to share those moments with.
Convince myself it does not matter. These things I should not want. Do not want. But find I do. Almost need. This fractured dreamscape. My juxtaposed reality. Distracting me from this. Reminding me. There is something worth fighting for. Beyond duty. Orders. Training. There is light in a world so dark.
And so I search for her. Know she exists. Somewhere in this world. The woman in my dreams, of my dreams, resides. Dreaming of me. Thinking on me as I her.
I simply haven't met her yet.
And with each breath I make a promise to her. Each heart beat is for this unknown entity. Her ethereal presence more real to me than my own. A voice only heard in sleep pierces my thoughts. Rings out inside my mind. Louder than those around me. As moments merge. Hours become days. Nights become one. And I find I am drowning in her. Suffocated. And I cannot bring myself to remember. How to breathe. Why it is necessary. Want to vanish. Into the world of my dreams. Into her.
Cling to the ideal. The idea. The single truth I know. My firm belief in a world of uncertainty. That I will find her. That I simply have not met her yet.