07-29-2023, 04:39 AM
She floated like a child on a swim ring, only she did not carry on down the current. Arms crossed, he watched with a measure of concern that after springing straight out of the darkness she may opt to sink back into it. The hand she offered was met with a gaze of disgust.
“I hate that way; I would rather fly. No. You come to me.” His declaration set like concrete between them. He made not a single motion to suggest he was going to wade into the water like a fool. Not to mention it was a terribly uncomfortable way to shift. Float or fly; he preferred wings then to squeeze through the splits in the dream.
His stubbornness prevailed in the end. She relented and climbed from the water with no shortness of teasing glances on her way out. Yet despite the victory, they were still required to clasp hands, as if the joining of wills could not be accomplished while maintaining adequate personal space. Grumbling, Adrian accepted the touch. His hand swallowed hers, and while he did not grip tight, it wasn’t a pleasant union. The set of his jaw was firm, his eyes focused upon what he might see across the expanse of the dream realm until he felt something tug at his awareness. It required a release of the will to let himself go to it, and he only hoped the destination was worth the effort.
Truth. Awareness. Remembering.
Remember. He closed his eyes.
The shift was powerful.
Upon their arrival, he found they were in an arid landscape. A desert, it seemed. There was nothing upon the horizon in any direction but rocky mounds and dust. ”This? There is nothing here.” He frowned deeply, but only a moment too soon. For in his examination, he discovered that at their feet was a split in the earth barely five paces wide. He peered curiously into it, discovering that the split plunged hundreds of feet downward. So far in fact that shadows clung to the cliffs and light broke like beams to the bottom.
Then suddenly the ground broke way and they both fell into the slip of a canyon.
“I hate that way; I would rather fly. No. You come to me.” His declaration set like concrete between them. He made not a single motion to suggest he was going to wade into the water like a fool. Not to mention it was a terribly uncomfortable way to shift. Float or fly; he preferred wings then to squeeze through the splits in the dream.
His stubbornness prevailed in the end. She relented and climbed from the water with no shortness of teasing glances on her way out. Yet despite the victory, they were still required to clasp hands, as if the joining of wills could not be accomplished while maintaining adequate personal space. Grumbling, Adrian accepted the touch. His hand swallowed hers, and while he did not grip tight, it wasn’t a pleasant union. The set of his jaw was firm, his eyes focused upon what he might see across the expanse of the dream realm until he felt something tug at his awareness. It required a release of the will to let himself go to it, and he only hoped the destination was worth the effort.
Truth. Awareness. Remembering.
Remember. He closed his eyes.
The shift was powerful.
Upon their arrival, he found they were in an arid landscape. A desert, it seemed. There was nothing upon the horizon in any direction but rocky mounds and dust. ”This? There is nothing here.” He frowned deeply, but only a moment too soon. For in his examination, he discovered that at their feet was a split in the earth barely five paces wide. He peered curiously into it, discovering that the split plunged hundreds of feet downward. So far in fact that shadows clung to the cliffs and light broke like beams to the bottom.
Then suddenly the ground broke way and they both fell into the slip of a canyon.