Room 206, Wednesday Morning
Apr. 30th, 2008 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_slippy_thingValentine had gone to bed last night, a new grief for a baby girl in a floppy coat fresh in his chest alongside that other pain, the one for the girl with the huge blue eyes that he'd given his heart to before. He hadn't suspected when he went to sleep that he'd dream again, or that it would be as vibrant as the dream that had come before, after the prom, with a Naminé who was also a Kairi, sitting, and drawing, and speaking about becoming whole and going back to the beginning, all the while keeping secrets from herself.
Last night's dream was all of that. All of it, and sandcastles, and his fingers attempting to twine through hers again, just for that moment of warmth that he could swear he actually felt before she pulled them away. She wanted him to be hers, not Kairi's. She didn't want to lose him. Not to someone that wasn't really her.
And more of the same. 'Back to the beginning.'
Around and around, until finally, he had asked...
"Is this your dream, or is it mine?"
And she had looked back at him, curiously, and replied...
"I thought you knew."
And then he had woken up again. Woken up, to sit, and ponder, and wonder if there was any sense at all to be pulled from any of it. From the flickering and the pulling away, and the certainty that if anything was to ever be bearable again, then he'd have to go back to the beginning.
Where was the beginning?
"In the beginning," he recited aloud, thoughtfully, "She found herself in a new and clean space..." The beginning was... Helena, for him. Helena, who had total control over the goings-on of her world, while she was on the outside. Helena, who could perhaps give him a means to get what he needed.
And so, he sat down. And he started to write.
Helena,
Naminé is gone, and my time as a student on Fandom Island has ended. Going back home holds little draw for me, despite the fact that you've given me back my juggling parter. I've come to realize that home isn't really home at all, but merely the place that holds my beginnings.
My home is with her. And if I were to return to the City of Light, then there would be no hope at all of me finding her again.
I need to ask of you just one thing. And only one. And if you cannot fulfill my request, then I will not hold it against you, as I have witnessed first-hand how Very Important what I am asking for truly is.
But, if you feel you are able, keeping in mind that some other Valentine in some other world might very well find himself displaced for my own selfish gain, then allow me to take the MirrorMask. From the white room, in the dome, in the Dreamlands. It might be my only hope of ever being whole again.
Valentine.
[Establishy, but open to visit if you don't mind slowplay to the max.]
Last night's dream was all of that. All of it, and sandcastles, and his fingers attempting to twine through hers again, just for that moment of warmth that he could swear he actually felt before she pulled them away. She wanted him to be hers, not Kairi's. She didn't want to lose him. Not to someone that wasn't really her.
And more of the same. 'Back to the beginning.'
Around and around, until finally, he had asked...
"Is this your dream, or is it mine?"
And she had looked back at him, curiously, and replied...
"I thought you knew."
And then he had woken up again. Woken up, to sit, and ponder, and wonder if there was any sense at all to be pulled from any of it. From the flickering and the pulling away, and the certainty that if anything was to ever be bearable again, then he'd have to go back to the beginning.
Where was the beginning?
"In the beginning," he recited aloud, thoughtfully, "She found herself in a new and clean space..." The beginning was... Helena, for him. Helena, who had total control over the goings-on of her world, while she was on the outside. Helena, who could perhaps give him a means to get what he needed.
And so, he sat down. And he started to write.
Helena,
Naminé is gone, and my time as a student on Fandom Island has ended. Going back home holds little draw for me, despite the fact that you've given me back my juggling parter. I've come to realize that home isn't really home at all, but merely the place that holds my beginnings.
My home is with her. And if I were to return to the City of Light, then there would be no hope at all of me finding her again.
I need to ask of you just one thing. And only one. And if you cannot fulfill my request, then I will not hold it against you, as I have witnessed first-hand how Very Important what I am asking for truly is.
But, if you feel you are able, keeping in mind that some other Valentine in some other world might very well find himself displaced for my own selfish gain, then allow me to take the MirrorMask. From the white room, in the dome, in the Dreamlands. It might be my only hope of ever being whole again.
Valentine.
[Establishy, but open to visit if you don't mind slowplay to the max.]
