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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 26, 2009 14:29:39 GMT -8
Cold weather was setting in and snow was already glistening outside the castle window. Peregrine lay on his bed, sprawled out in a million directions, his long hair, which he had recently been keeping a bit shorter, a complete mess, half covering his face. It mattered not, however, as he was both fast asleep and no one was looking at him. Exactly what he was dreaming about, even he was not certain, but it involved riding Dogstar on the roof. This was both completely unrealistic and even laughable. He knew he could barely get the Thoroughbred to cross the bridge and go for a civilized walk in the woods, never mind get him up on the roof. Such things were stupid, besides. But then again, this was a dream and dreams didn't make sense.
And as to control his horse, he turned over on his stomach and promptly started snoring.
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Post by Meg Serras on Nov 26, 2009 14:49:38 GMT -8
Images flickered through Meg's mind. Pendants and wars and a boy of about 13 years of age. They were blurred as they slipped across her inner vision, but even in her unconcious state she knew she was seeing something important. Her gray hazel eyes shot open even as the last image faded to black and she found herself curled beside Peregrine in his bed, her face pressed to his slim shoulder.
"Peregrine..." She whispered as he began to snore. With a small smile at the look on his sleeping face, though her slim brows were still drawn together in confusion, she gently shook him by the shoulder.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 26, 2009 15:42:04 GMT -8
He didn't wake at first, but a feeling on his shoulder seemed to intensify and he felt like someone was physically pulling him out of his dream. But of course, that couldn't happen, not even in their world. The next moment, he was not riding Dogstar on the roof, but instead was lying in his bed, and someone's small hand was shaking his shoulder.
Probably some servant wanting something or, he shuddered inwardly, Pandion coming to ask his advice on something. The thought almost disgusted him--couldn't the boy leave him alone?
"Dunt lie the roof." He mumbled, thickly, shutting his eyes and immediately starting to sink back into sleep. Ah, wasn't that nice? He could even hear Meg's voice calling his name as he started to drift off...
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Post by Meg Serras on Nov 26, 2009 16:01:56 GMT -8
Meg rolled her eyes at his sleepy murmur and shook him a little harder.
"Peregrine wake up." She said firmly. When there was no reaction to that she frowned, though there was a glint of mischief in her hazel eyes as she leaned closer. Then she kissed him long and hard. It could prove to be a pleasant way to wake him up, she certainly liked it. She lightly scraped her nails across his shoulder to add to the wake-up call before pulling back and smiling down at him in anticipation of his green eyes opening in indignation and desire.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 26, 2009 16:22:04 GMT -8
"Peregrine, wake up."
He felt himself falling asleep under the warm blankets once more, even as he heard her voice fading, but he was already in a subconcious state: at the point where he could not draw himself back out sleep without great effort, and even know, he was sinking beyond that point.
Without warning, he felt someone's lips cover his own. He was being kissed and he felt something rather uncomfortable on his shoulder. Gaining consciousness, his eyes shot open, but he quickly shut them again, until he could feel her pull away.
His heart leapt to see her smiling down at him. Smiling, not screaming in terror at some nightmare, leaving him to rush into her room. Meg was merely sitting there, looking almost mischievous as she grinned down at him and Peregrine could not have felt happier. She wasn't screaming in fear.
Then he reached up and grabbed her, sitting up slightly as he kissed her back, just as fiercely, holding her close before letting her go. He smirked back at her, apparently happy to have gotten even with the spontaneous kissing competition.
"What are you doing in my bed?" He demanded.
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Post by Meg Serras on Nov 26, 2009 17:29:16 GMT -8
Meg shrugged and snuggled against his slim chest for a moment, briefly forgetting what it was she wanted to tell him.
"I always sleep better when I'm with you. You keep the past away." She said contentedly. Then she remembered and sat up straight.
"But not dreams. I had an odd one. Except...It was more than a dream. I'm sure of it." She said, frowning as she remembered the brief, flickering dream. It had been so blurry and confused, but a few things stuck out in her mind. A boy, a pendant, and a sense of extreme urgency.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 26, 2009 18:41:26 GMT -8
He kept her past away, Feeling something, a general good feeling, swell in his chest as the reached up, being slumped on his pillow, and ran his hand along her cheek for a moment, smiling up at her.
Neither one of them wanted to talk about her past in detail. He knew this. It made his angry and her frightened, or at least, that was what he assumed.
And here came the dreams. He was not surprised, as she told him, but at least she hadn't dreamt of an old master beating or raping her. At least she hadn't been dreaming of her own public execution by his father's hand, not that he would ever let that happen. At least she had not foreseen something important that could change the fate of nations.
"You can sleep here tonight." He said, wrapping an arm around her and drawing her close to him as he started to pull the blanket over her as well. "You don't have to tell me about the dream, if you don't want to." He added, after a short silence.
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Post by Meg Serras on Nov 27, 2009 21:30:55 GMT -8
Meg curled against him but didn't close her eyes again.
"I do have to tell you. If only to get it out of my head. There was this boy, maybe twelve or thirteen years of age. He was scared, people were chasing him. And he was looking for something, a pendant of some sort. This thing was powerful, that's all I could tell. And he needed to find it. We need to find it. I think it could turn the tide in this war Peregrine....That is, if it's truly as real as I think it is." She said, staring at the stone ceiling above them.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 27, 2009 21:48:56 GMT -8
He stayed here, listening, stroking her pale arm with his suntanned fingers. He did listen like any decent person and could have spit back the story to her without trouble if need be, but her dreams weren't real, at least, he hoped they weren't, for her sake. She had nightmares and her real-life encounters with nightmares were no more. He had seen to that.
He turned to her, put his arms around her and held her close to him, searching for the right words for a moment before speaking.
"Meg...these are dreams. My dreams aren't real. Your dreams aren't real. They're just shadows, Meg. I promise." He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead before letting her go.
"Or maybe it was just a memory you had before you could even remember." He blurted, before remembering that talking about her past life was never a good idea.
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