he slept alongside @Regin, his nose buried into the warmth of his sister's soft belly. his body was somewhere tucked away in the safety of the moors, but his mind was galaxies away.
he was troubled; he was floating in an endless expanse of midnight blue. enormous shapes swirled past him, yet for all their size he knew instinctively they were thousands of miles away and he was alone.
arrested by his dreams, the babe tossed and turned fitfully.
all around him were clusters of shimmering light. valravn had no name for them, but his mind knew they were small and harmless visitors. they danced and bobbed; one even landed on his nose with a flare of neon green before it all faded to black. before the shadows fully closed, he saw someone at once strange and intimately familiar in his periphery; silver ruff, soft eyes he had stared into a thousand times over a thousand lives --
valravn woke with a start, as if his subconscious had dredged too deep and now he was being pulled back from the vault of his memories to somewhere present. somewhere safe. with a quiet yawn, the tiny eyjolfur found this memory too was fading to blackness.
he turned over. this time, sleep overcame in comforting and uninterrupted bliss.
he was troubled; he was floating in an endless expanse of midnight blue. enormous shapes swirled past him, yet for all their size he knew instinctively they were thousands of miles away and he was alone.
arrested by his dreams, the babe tossed and turned fitfully.
all around him were clusters of shimmering light. valravn had no name for them, but his mind knew they were small and harmless visitors. they danced and bobbed; one even landed on his nose with a flare of neon green before it all faded to black. before the shadows fully closed, he saw someone at once strange and intimately familiar in his periphery; silver ruff, soft eyes he had stared into a thousand times over a thousand lives --
valravn woke with a start, as if his subconscious had dredged too deep and now he was being pulled back from the vault of his memories to somewhere present. somewhere safe. with a quiet yawn, the tiny eyjolfur found this memory too was fading to blackness.
he turned over. this time, sleep overcame in comforting and uninterrupted bliss.
NEGATIVITY, WE JUST DEAD IT LIKE D-CON.
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funk the blues-a - by Val - June 07, 2020, 10:50 AM