March 10, 2019, 04:21 AM
Her dreams, as they had come to be, were a pleasant place. They came to her early in her slumber and she succumbed to them easily, gliding along in some alternate reality while her body found repose in this one. Just as she was when earthside, nothing was bad and nothing was good — it just was, and because of that, it was divine. Olive found herself smiling softly in her sleep, curled into her own comfort, finding a source of warmth amongst herself and amongst the snows.
When the faintest of touch registered upon her faculties, the druid almost mistook it for Seabreeze, rustling and moving beside her. Imperceptibly and magnetically the ophelia leaned towards the other’s gravitational pull, unknowingly pulled to wakefulness by another’s nares. It then came to her that she was not in her home amongst the willows — in fact, she was very far from Elysium, and the idea that someone was so close to her suddenly became very, very concerning. Her ivy gaze peeled open and she saw that darkened figure of another that was not immediately identifiable; but that was not important at the moment; now she was aware of him, and she knew that he saw, and she knew that he knew.
When the faintest of touch registered upon her faculties, the druid almost mistook it for Seabreeze, rustling and moving beside her. Imperceptibly and magnetically the ophelia leaned towards the other’s gravitational pull, unknowingly pulled to wakefulness by another’s nares. It then came to her that she was not in her home amongst the willows — in fact, she was very far from Elysium, and the idea that someone was so close to her suddenly became very, very concerning. Her ivy gaze peeled open and she saw that darkened figure of another that was not immediately identifiable; but that was not important at the moment; now she was aware of him, and she knew that he saw, and she knew that he knew.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
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you yes you - by Olive - February 07, 2019, 09:50 PM
RE: you yes you - by Stigmata - February 15, 2019, 03:09 PM
RE: you yes you - by Olive - February 16, 2019, 03:47 PM
RE: you yes you - by Stigmata - March 09, 2019, 08:24 PM
RE: you yes you - by Olive - March 10, 2019, 04:21 AM
RE: you yes you - by Stigmata - March 27, 2019, 09:17 PM
RE: you yes you - by Olive - March 28, 2019, 08:49 PM
RE: you yes you - by Stigmata - April 26, 2019, 04:55 PM
RE: you yes you - by Olive - May 01, 2019, 01:46 PM
RE: you yes you - by Stigmata - May 09, 2019, 07:20 PM
RE: you yes you - by Olive - May 13, 2019, 11:07 PM