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Log; Ongoing
When; November 22; Night
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Alessa![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alessalearnt, Matthew astheravenflies & Morpheus 1st_dream_king
Summary; Morpheus decides to pay Alessa a little visit in one of her dreams.
Log;
Dreams could be one of two things in Alessa's case. They could either be twisted nightmares full of horror, or they could be beautiful dreamscapes that were once her only escape from the constant pain she had felt due to her burns, the pain which had stopped only a few months ago. This dream, however, was a combination of the latter and...something else.
Henry was writhing beneath her, his face one of pure blissful agony, while Xulchibara's harsh whispers and fiery touch consumed every inch of her. How long this part of the dream lasted, she didn't know, but it was horribly wonderful. It wasn't long before release came, and, the three of them fell together, panting for breath. Almost unbidden, and reluctantly, Alessa drew away from her two dream lovers, slipping on a pale blue silk robe, leaving the room (whose detail she hadn't noticed, being so distracted) to open a door that led to the outside. The ground was covered with snow, and as she walked away from the building into the snow covered forest of pine trees, she felt a sense of peace. The moon was overhead, the stars twinkling, and it was peaceful.
Alessa paused once she was some distance into the forest, finding herself in front of a river. It was not frozen, but trinkling softly, the only sound in this beautiful place. Alessa drew closer to the river, and as she looked in, a face that was not her own drew close to the surface of the water. She was pale with death, her eyes shining green in the moonlight, her blood-red hair strewn like reeds. "Ophelia," Alessa whispered, somehow knowing that it was the tragic figure from Shakespeare's Hamlet. Slowly, ever so slowly, Alessa moved closer, Ophelia's face breaking from the water and one pale dead hand reaching out to cup the young woman's life-like cheek. Ophelia's lips captured hers, giving her a sweet kiss of tragic sadness, madness, and loss of love.
Ophelia drew away, and smiled, returning to her watery grave, leaving Alessa alone on the banks of the river.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Alessa
alessalearnt, Matthew astheravenflies & Morpheus 1st_dream_kingSummary; Morpheus decides to pay Alessa a little visit in one of her dreams.
Log;
Dreams could be one of two things in Alessa's case. They could either be twisted nightmares full of horror, or they could be beautiful dreamscapes that were once her only escape from the constant pain she had felt due to her burns, the pain which had stopped only a few months ago. This dream, however, was a combination of the latter and...something else.
Henry was writhing beneath her, his face one of pure blissful agony, while Xulchibara's harsh whispers and fiery touch consumed every inch of her. How long this part of the dream lasted, she didn't know, but it was horribly wonderful. It wasn't long before release came, and, the three of them fell together, panting for breath. Almost unbidden, and reluctantly, Alessa drew away from her two dream lovers, slipping on a pale blue silk robe, leaving the room (whose detail she hadn't noticed, being so distracted) to open a door that led to the outside. The ground was covered with snow, and as she walked away from the building into the snow covered forest of pine trees, she felt a sense of peace. The moon was overhead, the stars twinkling, and it was peaceful.
Alessa paused once she was some distance into the forest, finding herself in front of a river. It was not frozen, but trinkling softly, the only sound in this beautiful place. Alessa drew closer to the river, and as she looked in, a face that was not her own drew close to the surface of the water. She was pale with death, her eyes shining green in the moonlight, her blood-red hair strewn like reeds. "Ophelia," Alessa whispered, somehow knowing that it was the tragic figure from Shakespeare's Hamlet. Slowly, ever so slowly, Alessa moved closer, Ophelia's face breaking from the water and one pale dead hand reaching out to cup the young woman's life-like cheek. Ophelia's lips captured hers, giving her a sweet kiss of tragic sadness, madness, and loss of love.
Ophelia drew away, and smiled, returning to her watery grave, leaving Alessa alone on the banks of the river.