but it’s like- the night throbs in my veins sometimes and i don’t know what to do with this energy? it isn’t my heart, no, not that, not anything known, but it flows like blood would and i want to leap out of the window- i want to meet the stars / i want to tell them that the night isn’t the darkest place that i’ve been but even when i’m there somehow starlight still guides me.
here’s the pages of my new bullet journal! i make a new one so often honestly i’m the worst wow. it just has my semester calendar and the september overview and this week’s layout! i also added in a food journal because i’ve been dealing with really bad acid reflux for the past 3 days and my doctor said i should start a food journal to try and figure out what’s causing it! praying that it’ll be gone soon though!
So I have fallen completely in love with @thebbros and I encourage you all to check it out and give @blogthegreatrouge the creater of this AU some love! This has made me really excited to get back into writing, which more will be coming soon. Until then, thank you so much for your support, and I hope you enjoy. So without further ado, all aboard for another adventure!
“Ozzy? Wake up honey, you don’t want to be late for your own show do you?”
The rabbit grumbled a bit before he opened his eyes, the sweet call of his wife enticing the sleep to part.
“Mmm…Ortensia?” Drowsiness coating his voice.
Wait a minute, Ortensia!?
He bolted upright, the covers flying in sudden shock. How? She was dead, he was there! His hands had been drenched in her blood, tears, and that sickly ink. What kind of a sick joke was this?!
A soft hand touched his cheek, making him look in that direction. She stared in his eyes, filled with loving concern.
“Ozzy? Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
He could hardly speak. She was there, alive right in front of him. Was it all just a bad dream?
He couldn’t help himself, he pulled her tight against him, tears flowing down his furred cheeks. He wanted to take everything in. Her smell, her warmth, her soft fur. He would never let anything happen to her again.
“Oswald? Are you sure you’re ok?” She asked worriedly. She only ever used his birth name when she was worried or cross.
He pulled back, wiping his tears with a soft laugh.
“Heh, yeah. Just…*sniff*…just had a bad dream is all.“
She gently wiped the tears that stained his fur as he lovingly kissed her small, gentle, perfect hand.
“Did you want to talk about it?”
He kissed her lips, soft and slow, cherishing the moment.
“Nah, I’m ok now that you’re here. Besides, we’ve got a show to do!”
The crowd cheered, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Man was he excited for today’s act! He held out his hand to Ortensia, glittering in her pink assistant uniform.
“Well, it’s almost time. Ready to make magic and dreams come true Ortensia?”
With a soft purr, she reached out and held his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, smiling warmly.
With a final kiss, and a tremendous magical entrance, they smiled and waved, the cheers of the crowd raising their spirits.
Oswald looked around, it felt like it had been years since he felt this much excitement, this much joy. Everything was alright. He was living the dream.
He turned toward his wife, but for some reason she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Everything suddenly felt cold.
He frantically looked around. What happened to the crowd, the light? Ortensia? Everyone was gone and he was left alone in the dark.
“Ortensia! Where are you?” His heart beat frantically as he ran, his legs taking him anywhere and nowhere.
The sound of a spotlight turning on startled him. He turned slowly around, fearing what he might find.
She lay there in the light, still, lifeless, her back facing him. Without hesitation, he ran towards her, tears welling up in his eyes. He carefully lifted her light body, turning her face towards him. His hands shook, eyes wide in disbelief.
“O-ozzy? Ozzy please…Help me…It hurts…” Her soft voice, barely a whisper cracked, the words choking amidst the ink. Her once beautiful eyes had now been ripped of color, blinded by the ink ravaging every inch of her midnight fur.
She seized up in his arms, the pain more intense than ever, her screams filling his ears.
Why? This wasn’t supposed to happen! What about their hopes? Their dreams!?
Her tears mixed with the ink, her screams of anguish bleeding out in an awful chorus. He held her tightly, his own screams joining in.
He woke up with a start, the sheets crumpling under him. His tired eyes surveyed the empty room, cold and dull. His hand, fur rough and unkempt rubbed his once again emotionless face.
It was just a dream.
The door creaked open and brightly, but quietly hopped in one of his many beautiful children. They crept close to the bed, their large eyes filled with youth staring up at his withered eyes.
“Papa? Uncle Goofy and I want to know if you’d like to come with us to go shopping?”
He stared blankly, the fright from earlier long since gone. He reached down and lifted the child up, a quick hug, stiff but filled with a pained love. He nodded solemnly. The words mocked his mind as he walked out the room with his child.
It’s your fault the dream died.
His emotionless face showed nothing of the demons he fed, his hand loosely holding the tender paw. Today was just another day without her. Sure he loved his children dearly, but without her, how could he ever smile again? His baby brother, friends, his own kids always tried to cheer him up, to make him smile even a little. But for everyone, even himself, it would never be.