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Apr. 25th, 2007 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
will_scarlettIn the darkness there are dreams...
Trees whispering in the darkness, branches holding, green turning to black and pain, then clear and sharp a face laughing, the face keeps shifting, Sir Guy, Draco, Kara, holding a sword saying you are mine and you are nothing. The ground shifts and sinks, pulling into the darkness, warm soil that holds and leaves no way to move, trying to scream and the ground pulls deeper, trapped!
Awake in the darkness, warm bed and blankets safe...
Sunlight hair and smells of smoke and flowers, warm kisses, dancing by moonlight then the dance shifts and iron on the wrists pulled through the streets, eyes watching laughing, worrying.. Outlaw..She turns away not seeing, not caring...Treason to the King!
Then pain from all sides, lash of a whip, cold water, keep him awake, not seen just curses, questions and pain ever repeated, salty taste of blood, will not speak, will not scream...
Cold chill of air, awake again, the blankets are gone and sleep brings no rest, trembling in the dark finding the will to move again, find people, find action, find a door and a way to fight.
Trees whispering in the darkness, branches holding, green turning to black and pain, then clear and sharp a face laughing, the face keeps shifting, Sir Guy, Draco, Kara, holding a sword saying you are mine and you are nothing. The ground shifts and sinks, pulling into the darkness, warm soil that holds and leaves no way to move, trying to scream and the ground pulls deeper, trapped!
Awake in the darkness, warm bed and blankets safe...
Sunlight hair and smells of smoke and flowers, warm kisses, dancing by moonlight then the dance shifts and iron on the wrists pulled through the streets, eyes watching laughing, worrying.. Outlaw..She turns away not seeing, not caring...Treason to the King!
Then pain from all sides, lash of a whip, cold water, keep him awake, not seen just curses, questions and pain ever repeated, salty taste of blood, will not speak, will not scream...
Cold chill of air, awake again, the blankets are gone and sleep brings no rest, trembling in the dark finding the will to move again, find people, find action, find a door and a way to fight.
