Dream • 003 • Children. Someone's going to die after this.

[prismbullet]

[OH SO PUBLIC AND OH SO WTF.]

Children. The sound of their small voices and laughing could be heard as she gazed out over the small playground. She was sitting on a bench, a book in her hands

Comments

[knightmare_hime]

[We're.... confused.]

Guy is your son?

[prismbullet]

[very exasperated]

No! Not even close.

[knightmare_hime]

Oh... [Blinks.]

It was a dream that wasn't to your liking, I see.

[prismbullet]

[runs a hand over her face]

No, it was not.

[actually, she has an idea but she would rather not think about it]

[thebrewingstorm]

...Me, the replica, AND his friend?

[prismbullet]

I hope you're not asking for an actual explanation.

[thebrewingstorm]

Asking for an explanation of a dream would be useless. I'm only making commentary.

[prismbullet]

Good. Though I will admit I had a similar reaction.

[flower_of_glory]

[ooc- sorry, but this look is required for Guy's response]

[prismbullet]

[have a glare. run Guy, run!]

[flower_of_glory]

[prismbullet]

That's what I would like to know.

[caprice_of_song]

I suppose she probably is old enough to have some young children of her own.

Ah... Major, I didn't realize you'd seen Guy during his, um, childhood revisit. I hope he wasn't any trouble.

[He assumes that's what spurred this dream. Assumes.]

[prismbullet]

Yes. Unfortunately.

[yuliafonichymns]

.....

[prismbullet]

[NOT TEAR, ugh]

....Tear...

[yuliafonichymns]

[prismbullet]

I don't. Never have and never will.

Having to train knights is as close to that sort of position as I'll ever be, as they tend to act like children anyway.