(*unconscious still ... So cold....... hungry ... liquid .... honey? Telling someone - honey gives a real fast blast ... it's warmer .....something is right.... something is very right ... slipping away into the warm deep darkness ... safety ... home? ..... there isn't any ....
*slipping from delirium into the depths of normal, healing sleep ... *
****** * ( and from the depths of sleep into dreaming ... Joan singing? ... there's nothing to sing about in her job ... Someone ... Halle singing in Starbucks ... no response from Quaverall, they can't leave me here alone ... have to know people friends are survival ... red eyes and famine winds ... someone saying killing demons doesn't count ... I'm an actor stress doesn't show on me... too many unshielded minds in that house ... fire truck...
Drifting up from sleep. The Erynne memories, from the Countess's party through the wards and the fire, to the moment when I realised that she wasn't in the car and the blanket of depression that went with being...
... on the edge of wakefulness, with wrists and ankles that feel skinned and a welt of pain under one side of my jaw. Laying on grass? Smelling crushed greenery and tasting honey ... Someone ... holding my hand ?? Opening eyes ... seeing
Erynne sitting about a yard from me, with her back against a broken tree. She looked on the edge of sleep. She was looking over toward the river, with the light of dawn gilding that incredible hair into forty shades of flame...
For a moment I knew I was still dreaming - but her mind was there! * .......................
Erynne!
*both scrambling to our feet on the rough turf, still holding hands. A movement from a dance, swinging you in toward me. Lifting you.
Kissing you. ...
If time had stopped then I wouldn't have complained. ...
pushing back your hair with my hand against your cheek.*
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Re: Delirium
Date: 2003-05-23 10:16 am (UTC)*slipping from delirium into the depths of normal, healing sleep ... *
******
* ( and from the depths of sleep into dreaming ... Joan singing? ... there's nothing to sing about in her job ... Someone ... Halle singing in Starbucks ... no response from Quaverall, they can't leave me here alone ... have to know people friends are survival ... red eyes and famine winds ... someone saying killing demons doesn't count ... I'm an actor stress doesn't show on me... too many unshielded minds in that house ... fire truck...
Drifting up from sleep. The Erynne memories, from the Countess's party through the wards and the fire, to the moment when I realised that she wasn't in the car and the blanket of depression that went with being...
... on the edge of wakefulness, with wrists and ankles that feel skinned and a welt of pain under one side of my jaw. Laying on grass? Smelling crushed greenery and tasting honey ... Someone ... holding my hand ?? Opening eyes ... seeing
Erynne sitting about a yard from me, with her back against a broken tree. She looked on the edge of sleep. She was looking over toward the river, with the light of dawn gilding that incredible hair into forty shades of flame...
For a moment I knew I was still dreaming - but her mind was there! *
.......................
Erynne!
*both scrambling to our feet on the rough turf, still holding hands. A movement from a dance, swinging you in toward me. Lifting you.
Kissing you.
...
If time had stopped then I wouldn't have complained.
...
pushing back your hair with my hand against your cheek.*
Erynne?