I'm posting a 1X1 Rp that I'm in as journal entries because I'm running out of space in my inbox. The dark blue texts are my posts. The cyan are my partners. Comment me about it if you like:
Dreams
The gentle breeze blew a strand of black hair into his eyes, which he brushed aside heedlessly. A golden sun reflected brightly where his plate armor emerged from underneath a long blue cape. A feeling of pride and accomplishment filled his heart as he stared out over his land. His home. It was a feeling he could never have when he was awake. The land of dreams was always good to him. Sometimes he was the king of a prosperous nation, as he was here. Sometimes he was a gallant knight saving beautiful damsels in distress.
A beckon from inside his tall castle brought him away from the balcony and into the meeting hall, where a host of noblemen and countrymen fell to their knees as he approached. His faithful subjects. Everyone loved and adored him here. He bowed to them as well to show his gratitiude.
When he arose, he was no longer the king in his stronghold, but an armed warrior on the streets of the same city. Crowds of merchants and traders flooded the brick paths and side streets. Faces left and right, front and behind. Feeling lost in the sea of unnamed persons, he turned to escape the claustrophobic congregation. But he instantly stopped. A young girl stared directly at him from the other side of the packed avenue. Her eyes shone brightly with mystery and loveliness. Those eyes. They made him feel at peace. He stepped forward--
A pair of powerful hands grasped his shoulders, preventing him from moving any further.
Bring her to us and be blessed. Do otherwise, and damned be thy soul. He struggled against the unmoving arms, reaching out to her, calling to her. But she stared placidly into his eyes from where she stood, not seeing a large sword rise above the sea of people, falling quickly toward her....
"No!" Jaelin cried, shooting up in his bed. His muscular body quivered from the aftershock of the nightmare. Slowly, his heart began to slow and his breathing regulate. The realization of his dream returned and he chided himself for getting so worked up. "It was only a dream, Jael. It was just a dream...."
Amara felt more lost in this dream than she normally would have. Things shifted constantly in all peoples' dreams, but usually she wasn't part of the shifts. It felt like she was watching from afar usually, but this dream seemed to draw her into it, like she was intended to be part of it.
The crowd was animated around her, but she felt heavy, like she was made out of lead. The dreamer stood out to her. It was like everything else in the dream was black and white and he was colored. She couldn't pull her gaze from his, no matter how hard she tried to. She couldn't move, either. Her body was petrified and held in place by something she didn't understand.
She watched as he took one step toward her and stopped. She heard nothing of the command given to him. She simply stared and watched his face contort from interest to confusion to terror. His shout cut whatever ties were holding her in place and she took a step forward, but the dream dissolved around her as she did.
She woke up a moment later, her body damp with a cold sweat. It was as if she'd been working hard at heavy lifting while she slept. Her entire body felt sore. And that scream... it lingered in her mind, sending small chills down her spine. It'd been an odd dream, indeed.
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