[DGM;challenge] dreams of the not-dead
The Noah Family
For 31_days. Feb 12th. dreamtime
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Road Kamelot giggles in her sleep, drools a little and fusses a lot. She is still very much a child at heart, even though her looks belie her true age. So she snuggles against a torn and mutilated teddy bear, silk blankets drawn up tightly to her tiny chin. She claims to not remember what she dreams, but only remarks, "They were great, I bet."
Skin Boric dreams of his past. Not his Noah past, but of the days when he had been a child, foolish and helpless and devoid of any pleasure. Oftentimes he remembers to wake up, one hand clasped over his eyes while the other gropes at the bedside table, spilling candies and sweets alike. He finally pops one into his mouth, and suckles hard at the sweetness until the memory fades away and he falls back into darkness.
Jasdero and David share their dreams together. Their minds slip from space to space, skipping around scenes and visions like a psychedelic blur perhaps only they can comprehend. Physically they wrap themselves around each other, David's hand in his brother's hair and Jasdero's leg anchored firmly on David's hip, and their guns, as always, lodged between them like a promise.
Lord Tyki Mikk dreams in grey, with ocassional splashes of colour. He dreams of his little human family and there is wistfulness tugging at his heart. He dreams of his numbered dead and there is pride that he has not yet forgotten a single one. Both his Light and Dark selves laugh and revel and delight in his dreams, never warring despite their opposite points of view, and perhaps that is for the best.
The Earl of Millenium only sleeps. He does not dream at all.
For 31_days. Feb 12th. dreamtime
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Road Kamelot giggles in her sleep, drools a little and fusses a lot. She is still very much a child at heart, even though her looks belie her true age. So she snuggles against a torn and mutilated teddy bear, silk blankets drawn up tightly to her tiny chin. She claims to not remember what she dreams, but only remarks, "They were great, I bet."
Skin Boric dreams of his past. Not his Noah past, but of the days when he had been a child, foolish and helpless and devoid of any pleasure. Oftentimes he remembers to wake up, one hand clasped over his eyes while the other gropes at the bedside table, spilling candies and sweets alike. He finally pops one into his mouth, and suckles hard at the sweetness until the memory fades away and he falls back into darkness.
Jasdero and David share their dreams together. Their minds slip from space to space, skipping around scenes and visions like a psychedelic blur perhaps only they can comprehend. Physically they wrap themselves around each other, David's hand in his brother's hair and Jasdero's leg anchored firmly on David's hip, and their guns, as always, lodged between them like a promise.
Lord Tyki Mikk dreams in grey, with ocassional splashes of colour. He dreams of his little human family and there is wistfulness tugging at his heart. He dreams of his numbered dead and there is pride that he has not yet forgotten a single one. Both his Light and Dark selves laugh and revel and delight in his dreams, never warring despite their opposite points of view, and perhaps that is for the best.
The Earl of Millenium only sleeps. He does not dream at all.