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tampered2006-12-02 11:25 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; December 2nd, Night.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Kitty Jones (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyjones), Morpheus (1st_dream_king)
Summary; Morpheus and Kitty arranged to meet in her dreams, to strike a bargain to save her friend.
Log;
Kitty was never sure what her dreams would be. To be honest, it wasn't something she tended to dwell on, really. Dreams were just... dreams. Representations of your unconscious mind. Perhaps interesting, perhaps relevant if you had the time to study them, but she didn't worry about them too much. A perfectly perfect vision, a perfectly horrible nightmare... in the end she'd still wake up, and it'd be over.
At least, that's what she liked to tell herself. But then when Morpheus had told her that they could meet in dreams, she had suddenly become a lot more wary of them. A lot more nervous of whatever reality she slipped into when she shut her eyes. She'd had some trouble getting to sleep that night.
But she was definitely sleeping now, that much was certain. Mainly because she wasn't in the City anymore. She was back in London. Tall buildings rose around her, each way she turned red brick was disappearing into the thick, murky mist that clung to the metropolis hungrily. The grey sky echoed the grey pavement, and even though she could see no people, there was still a hazy hum of background noise in her ears.
She took a step forward, and the sound of her bare foot touching the ground ricocheted off the concrete and into her ears, filling the air. This was partly why she knew she was dreaming. Not just because of the sound, but also because she was unlikely to go barefoot in the middle of London. The ground rippled with each movement she made as she advanced down the street, and faces began to appear at the windows of the houses, pale faces half-hidden behind yellow curtains. People she knew, loved, hated. Jakob, her parents, Nathaniel. All watching her. And then they began to beckon, with long, thin fingers. Asking her to come inside. Come back. Her hands trembled, and wrinkles began to set in them. But she wouldn't... no. She wouldn't. She had things to do. People to help. She shook her hands of her own accord, and they were back to normal in an instant.
Then she walked. Three paces forward, and she was on top of one of the skyscrapers, feet dangling off the end of the ledge. A pigeon and a crow were together beside her, and edging away whilst watching her intently. In the distance she could see Westminster Abbey, and it was burning. Green flames. She could make out shadows in front of it, illuminated by the fire, little figures that changed and shifted form. Not human, she supposed. And she watched them. She'd always watch this place now. That was all she could do.
All she could do. In the dreary light, she watched, and she waited. Nothing more, and nothing less.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Kitty Jones (
kittyjones), Morpheus (1st_dream_king)Summary; Morpheus and Kitty arranged to meet in her dreams, to strike a bargain to save her friend.
Log;
Kitty was never sure what her dreams would be. To be honest, it wasn't something she tended to dwell on, really. Dreams were just... dreams. Representations of your unconscious mind. Perhaps interesting, perhaps relevant if you had the time to study them, but she didn't worry about them too much. A perfectly perfect vision, a perfectly horrible nightmare... in the end she'd still wake up, and it'd be over.
At least, that's what she liked to tell herself. But then when Morpheus had told her that they could meet in dreams, she had suddenly become a lot more wary of them. A lot more nervous of whatever reality she slipped into when she shut her eyes. She'd had some trouble getting to sleep that night.
But she was definitely sleeping now, that much was certain. Mainly because she wasn't in the City anymore. She was back in London. Tall buildings rose around her, each way she turned red brick was disappearing into the thick, murky mist that clung to the metropolis hungrily. The grey sky echoed the grey pavement, and even though she could see no people, there was still a hazy hum of background noise in her ears.
She took a step forward, and the sound of her bare foot touching the ground ricocheted off the concrete and into her ears, filling the air. This was partly why she knew she was dreaming. Not just because of the sound, but also because she was unlikely to go barefoot in the middle of London. The ground rippled with each movement she made as she advanced down the street, and faces began to appear at the windows of the houses, pale faces half-hidden behind yellow curtains. People she knew, loved, hated. Jakob, her parents, Nathaniel. All watching her. And then they began to beckon, with long, thin fingers. Asking her to come inside. Come back. Her hands trembled, and wrinkles began to set in them. But she wouldn't... no. She wouldn't. She had things to do. People to help. She shook her hands of her own accord, and they were back to normal in an instant.
Then she walked. Three paces forward, and she was on top of one of the skyscrapers, feet dangling off the end of the ledge. A pigeon and a crow were together beside her, and edging away whilst watching her intently. In the distance she could see Westminster Abbey, and it was burning. Green flames. She could make out shadows in front of it, illuminated by the fire, little figures that changed and shifted form. Not human, she supposed. And she watched them. She'd always watch this place now. That was all she could do.
All she could do. In the dreary light, she watched, and she waited. Nothing more, and nothing less.
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Her breath caught, air stuck at the back of her throat as his hand stroked her skin lightly. Her mind had gone instantly blank at the contact, frozen in brief shock, eyes only just remembering to blink. He was bending to her face now, but she could not move. And she would not move. Whatever he wanted, she'd said she'd do it, she wouldn't turn away, she wouldn't...
He kissed her, with a gentle touch, almost chaste. Instinctively her eyes slipped shut. This is a dream. But for a dream it felt so real, his lips were white but still warm against hers. The soft pressure on her mouth felt familiar, and hesitantly she returned it, if only for a moment.
Then it was gone, he was gone. She thought she heard him speak, something about a debt, but perhaps she was imagining things, or else the words didn't permeate her brain. He had just... and she had... they had... One hand rose to delicately press fingers on her mouth, as though trying to capture and explain the still-lingering feeling of his lips.
"What... but you... I... why..."
The words fell from her mouth disjointed and incomplete, just as her eyes dropped to the ground, her hand to her lap. Indeed, the only thing that rose was the colour in her cheeks as she began to blush out of... no, she couldn't even begin to name all the reasons she was blushing. Cautiously she smiled, a look not entirely unlike the bemused expression he had given earlier.
"Y-you... you trade in strange currencies, Morpheus."
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...And yet even as an expression, it held a shadow of sadness somewhere near the edges.
" Perhaps.." he replied enigmatically.
A pale hand rose to indicate his own chest, for in a fold of his jacket, the briefest flash of sapphire cast it's own shadow along the black trim, and chasing it's own blue highlights away.
As quickly as it showed it was gone, and instead of that alabaster hand indicating his own chest, it now hovered a breath away from the soft 'v' where her collar bones met.
" You now possess a part of me..a piece of my pressence." Whether she felt a difference or not, still the kiss had served dual purpose.
A passing of some of that familiar, yet not, blue-tinged power with her that she could take back with her to the waking world, and give to him that needed it.
She would be waking soon, and Morpheus drew the backs of his fingers across the smoothness of her cheek, an age, and a fatigue that had not been present in his eyes shown in thier depths now...
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She stopped when he spoke again, stopped both talking and moving, the meaning of what he said sinking into her. He had given her... she had this gift of his power. It was within her. She could feel it now she knew of it, a faint throbbing somewhere inside her, though whether it was in her body or her mind she could not say.
Unflinching as he gently touched her, she nodded in understanding and gratitude. "I will give it to him."
The world, this dream, was starting to fade. In the street odd trees flickered out into the blackness, buildings began to crumble into smaller pixels and then shiver to become nothing, the outline of the horizon starting to shimmer as it drew ever closer. She was waking, she knew it, she had been asleep for hours though this dream had lasted but minutes.
As the world collapsed, there was one final thing she had to do. Didn't have to, but wanted to. Reaching out, she took hold of the man's hand, and squeezed it tightly with her own. "Thank you."