John woke up in the hospital and the first thing he saw was Sherlock next to his bed sleeping in one of these uncomfortable chairs. John didn’t want to wake him up, but when the nurse came to look after him he asked her about Sherlock.
She told him that he refused to leave and that he’s been here for days. He never left the room, she said, barely ate anything, barely slept. And before she went away again she turned around and looked at Sherlock and then at John. “He really does love you, doesn’t he ?”
Who protects you, love?
spending so much,
chasing after dreams of
safety for your darlings
who looks after your skin?
tells you to rest, consume
carry your heart lightly
through every lurching night
and who holds you, love?
when you care for every
little thing you might destroy
or rage against senselessness
who calms you, love?
Hours after he’d crawled into bed beside his wife-to-be, Damion felt as though any sort of effort at sleep was futile. Rolling from lying on one side to the other, he eventually slipped into a shallow slumber.
Not long after, dream manifested within his mind. He looked down at his hands, adorned with the sharp claws he bore when in his cursed form. Judging by the way the moon hung over the dark forest, full and illuminated, he could only deduce that it was Duskwood. Draped in nothing short of rags, he darts between the trees on his hands and feet, and was soon joined by two other Worgen, snarling and panting as their charge through the forest continued.
They seem to be hunting something. It was so vivid, the smells, the sounds. His acute senses leads the trio of Worgen to a small clearing in the forest; an encampment of some sort. Crates, tents and a bonfire were strewn about the area, and men bearing red scarves of the Defias were moving supplies around, unaware of their impending doom.
Stalking up behind a young man crouching beside a tree trunk, a low growl rumbled within the depths of his chest cavity. The urge to hunt and kill was insatiable, and it seems his dream had full control of his body and mind.
At Damions growl, the young man turned, a horrified expression plastering his pale features. To his own horror, Damion discovered that this young man was his younger self. It was too late, however; as he already lunged for the young male.
And he was powerless to stop it.
Mere moments before the pair made contact, his mind jolts him back to reality. Shooting up from the sheets, Damions chest rose and fell heavily, and a misting of sweat covered his hairline. Swiftly glancing to Rinoha, she remained peacefully asleep, her dark locks blanketing her pillow.
Expelling a deep sigh of relief from flared nostrils, Damion reaches over and rests his hand atop her shoulder, before lowering back onto the bed, and closing his eyes.
i had this idea in my mind everytime I listened and saw the final of Nightmare before christmas, and thought of a after pacifist run where frisk have fallen in love with sans and couldn’t stop to think about him even in the surface.
and Sans… while he was watching the stars he always had dream about, he finally understood his feeling for frisk..
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♥ Lilium is finally completed!
🌸 Dream Address: 7E00-0030-ED6F 🌸
🌸 The gentle pink sunset* will accompany your presence as you wonder through the cherry blossom trees and the plentiful pink and white hybrids growing around your feet 🌸 Residents of Lilium include a (wannabe) pirate, a cherry blossom loving gal, a busy cafe worker, and of course, the Mayor 🌸
Note: Do not sit on the two adjacent cedar stumps in front of the tower! You will be stuck and absolutely cannot get out (blame the update for patching up the awesome stump-to-river glitch) 🌸 If you visit, tag me! @wilted-rafflesia and/or #unwiltingdreams
I hope you enjoy visiting Lilium! (I didn’t put much effort into the beach area, haha…)
*: I may change this setting to early morning ~5am if I end up liking it more than the 6pm sky