My view.

( Destiny )

The ocean has a tinge of salt in it, of course. The sand sparkles like diamonds, or stars. It is both, of course ( Read more... )

Long, slender fingers wrap around a smaller hand, a much smaller hand, and the air is faintly cool around them before there is a swirl of black and fire and he is offering her a seat at one end of a long table.

"Would you care for something to eat, Lucy?"

A table.

A chair.

A bed.

Four lights on the wall drowning in shadows.

A table.

A chair.

A bed.

Four lights on the wall beating back the shadows with all they can do, trying to hold it back, to keep the light from being drowned.

A table.

A chair.

A bed.

Four lights on the wall casting shadows where shadows should be and a pool of darkness where only light should fall. Still small darkness, but growing.

A table.

A chair.

A bed.

Four lights on the wall casting shadows where shadows should be and a pool of darkness where only light should fall. Small darkness, small and easy to miss.

From here he returns ( Read more... )

( just a ramble )

The weather in the Dreaming reflects Dream. Or, perhaps, Dream reflects the weather. It is more or less the same thing ( Read more... )