[Lien falls into a deep sleep after the long day in another dimension. It was the kind of sleep where it starts off in an inky darkness; it was a comfortable and dreamless void. It was preferable to images and memories of things she's absorbed over the years as those sensations were not hers and the ones that did belong to her were either incomprehensible and nothing to think of or a continuous burden that haunted her.
Tonight was different in a way; again this dream was not hers, but it was a part of her being somehow.
She sees a child, exuberant, bright, a boy above all others in a scenery of emerald green landscapes untouched and almost pure, a sign of ancient times. She sees him display his strength against a canine beast, but show his shame in doing so. The boy grows into a young man, a warrior who started to gain infamy among all others. He fights wildly, celebrates wildly, and then is at ease all at once.
He falls in love, impudently and passionately. The warrior goes on a journey to grow stronger. He has a teacher, a friend, and challenges he's glad to overcome and conquer.
The dream begins to fade. It ends with what can only be described as a war. The warrior fights. He's fierce, deadly, and slays many...
The dream ends.
☼ ☼ ☼
Her eyes blink open. 7 AM. Earlier than she wanted to wake up. She's in bed and continues to stare up at the ceiling trying to register about what just even occurred in her mind. After about half an hour, Lien sits up and lets out a loud yawn, muffled by her sleeve. She reaches for her gloves and glasses... Oh wait, her new glasses broke. She had to get a new pair.
She makes her way downstairs, still dressed in her knit sweater and black shorts, keeping her legs and feet bare, giving the morning chill no mind. Lien looks around the kitchen and living area, eyes half-squinted in sleepiness.]
lιen ĸнa + cú cнυlaιnn iii
Tonight was different in a way; again this dream was not hers, but it was a part of her being somehow.
She sees a child, exuberant, bright, a boy above all others in a scenery of emerald green landscapes untouched and almost pure, a sign of ancient times. She sees him display his strength against a canine beast, but show his shame in doing so. The boy grows into a young man, a warrior who started to gain infamy among all others. He fights wildly, celebrates wildly, and then is at ease all at once.
He falls in love, impudently and passionately. The warrior goes on a journey to grow stronger. He has a teacher, a friend, and challenges he's glad to overcome and conquer.
The dream begins to fade. It ends with what can only be described as a war. The warrior fights. He's fierce, deadly, and slays many...
The dream ends.
Her eyes blink open. 7 AM. Earlier than she wanted to wake up. She's in bed and continues to stare up at the ceiling trying to register about what just even occurred in her mind. After about half an hour, Lien sits up and lets out a loud yawn, muffled by her sleeve. She reaches for her gloves and glasses... Oh wait, her new glasses broke. She had to get a new pair.
She makes her way downstairs, still dressed in her knit sweater and black shorts, keeping her legs and feet bare, giving the morning chill no mind. Lien looks around the kitchen and living area, eyes half-squinted in sleepiness.]
Lancer??