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Post by Seven on Apr 23, 2008 21:04:10 GMT -5
Tall doesn't notice either. To him, there is only him, her, and the still falling stars. He notices her murmurs, her grasp on him, her fingers on his back, but not the nightmares. Without any thought, his hands make their way down further, past the sides of her hips, to her outer thighs, as if he meant to lift her against him soon.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 23, 2008 21:09:25 GMT -5
Sensing his actions, or maybe his intentions, she shifts, hooking one leg behind his knee to preempt him. But no sooner does she moee than the light blur up to them, and surround them for a blinding split seconds, before closing around Aka and ripping them apart.
Aka, wide eyed, lets out one strangled scream as she falls before sitting bolt up right, clutching at her chest, trying desperately to catch her breathe.
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Post by Seven on Apr 23, 2008 21:14:03 GMT -5
Tall is jolted out of her mind and back into his own when the dream abruptly eneded. It doesn't take any time at all for him to open his eyes, and quickly put his arms around her again. The nightmares had reached her. He wasn't sure how, but they were part of her subconscious.
"Shh..." he whispers to her, with knowing and understanding. He's behind her again, and his hands go to hers, trying to unfurl her fingers from the clenched position, trying to softly sooth her, however he can. "It was only a dream Aka."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 23, 2008 21:18:42 GMT -5
She turns slightly, burying her head into his shoulder, calming perceptibly at his words. Her breathing slowly becomes less shallow and quick, evening out as her body begins to relax.
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Post by Seven on Apr 23, 2008 21:21:31 GMT -5
"Shhh, it's ok, it's ok..." he continues his quiet murmurings softly carressing her back. He continues to hold onto her until she calms down.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 23, 2008 21:25:50 GMT -5
She continues to cling to him, long after her body stops reacting to the nightmares. Finally, she shifts, moving to rest her head against his shoulder rather than hide in it. "Thanks," she mutters quietly, not willing to look up at him.
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Post by Seven on Apr 23, 2008 21:29:31 GMT -5
Tall smiles softly, leaning forward to place a kiss on the crown of her head, and then returns to stroking her comfortingly. The sweeter parts of the dream coming to mind, he decides to tease her a little. "Of course. Anything for you, my Princess."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 23, 2008 21:31:06 GMT -5
She blinks, surprised. "What?" She pulls away slightly. "Did you just call me Princess?"
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Post by Seven on Apr 23, 2008 21:33:37 GMT -5
He grins widely, tilting his head slightly to the left. "Yes. Why? Is there something wrong with it?" Tall has to hold back the laughter already forming in his throat.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 23, 2008 21:35:14 GMT -5
Her jaw drops as she struggles to find words. "You... Were you...?"
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Post by Seven on Apr 23, 2008 21:39:11 GMT -5
Now he just gives her a funny look. "As opposed to when I'm not me?" He chuckles softly, but then devices a ploy to through her off for a bit, before doing something else to confuse her again. "But then again, you're actually Princess Alyss, right? So I guess I might not always have to be Tallak Swane..." he muses thoughfully.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 23, 2008 21:41:13 GMT -5
SHe looks terribly confused. "But-- You called-- And I--" She trails off, trying to unravel the mess in her mind. "Were you in my dream?"
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Post by Seven on Apr 23, 2008 21:43:06 GMT -5
He blinks at her, looking taken back. "Was I?" he says, putting a hand to his chest. "What did I do? Nothing too bad, I hope."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 23, 2008 21:47:18 GMT -5
She stares at him hopelessly for a few seconds, before shaking her head and moving away, rolling off the foot of the bed and moving to the desk. SHe tugs open one of the drawers and pulls out a stack of notebooks. The first three are throw onto the top of the desk before she grabs a pale violet one, sinks into the chair and begins franticly writing.
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Post by Seven on Apr 23, 2008 21:49:32 GMT -5
His eyes follow her through her trail of actions. "Aka, what are you writing so desperately?"
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