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tampered2007-12-04 01:18 pm
playstheblues.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-12-04 01:18 pm
Log; complete
When; December 3rd, night
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Boy Blue![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
playstheblues and the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; The Corinthian seeks to show why the Adversary can never come to his kingdom...
Log;
Boy Blue didn't dream much anymore. It wasn't part of being a Fable, or anything about living away from the Homelands. It was a choice that he made a long time ago - if he could find a way not to dream, he would. It was a benefit of his age, that he could manage them, just a little. His dreams had a tendency to be nightmares more than anything. Nightmares about the Last Castle, about Little Red Riding Hood, about Baba Yaga.
Sometimes dreams leaked through the barriers of his mind, and sometimes he chose to let himself dream - or maybe, he allowed himself to remember his dreams. He recognized that the nightmare, that the Corinthian would come to him if he dreamed.
His dreams always began at the Last Castle, even the ones that had to do with Fabletown. He sat down on the parapet, the castle eerily quiet, the blossoms from the tree wrapping around him. He could hear the rise of the silence, the noise from the battle a ghost that could rise at any moment.
If the nightmare didn't show soon, Boy Blue would wake up. He'd rather that than be afraid.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Boy Blue
playstheblues and the Corinthian bitingnightmareSummary; The Corinthian seeks to show why the Adversary can never come to his kingdom...
Log;
Boy Blue didn't dream much anymore. It wasn't part of being a Fable, or anything about living away from the Homelands. It was a choice that he made a long time ago - if he could find a way not to dream, he would. It was a benefit of his age, that he could manage them, just a little. His dreams had a tendency to be nightmares more than anything. Nightmares about the Last Castle, about Little Red Riding Hood, about Baba Yaga.
Sometimes dreams leaked through the barriers of his mind, and sometimes he chose to let himself dream - or maybe, he allowed himself to remember his dreams. He recognized that the nightmare, that the Corinthian would come to him if he dreamed.
His dreams always began at the Last Castle, even the ones that had to do with Fabletown. He sat down on the parapet, the castle eerily quiet, the blossoms from the tree wrapping around him. He could hear the rise of the silence, the noise from the battle a ghost that could rise at any moment.
If the nightmare didn't show soon, Boy Blue would wake up. He'd rather that than be afraid.