http://lytii-intuition.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lytii-intuition.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2007-10-26 03:21 pm

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[ooc: So okay. Dream sequence post! If you want your pup to have a wacky dream sequence involving meeting Intuition, tag away! If you want more information about what the heck I'm talking about, ping at pythianhabenero!]

Intuition is dreaming.

For the first time since becoming human, she's dreaming as herself, properly abstract - drifting through the fantastic realms of the human subconscious, brushing up against a thought here, touching down in a familiarly unfamiliar landscape there.

Perhaps the next dream she touches will be yours.

Perhaps it won't.

[identity profile] notmostpeople.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Gabriel hadn't thought that so much beauty could exist in one place. (Unfortunately, he himself lacks the ability to glow, in the same way that the moon can only reflect the sun.)

When she looks up to him like that, there's really only one thing to do, isn't there? Impulsive lips meet lips.

[identity profile] notmostpeople.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
There might be a pause here, a self-conscious check that he's doing it right and she approves, except that he already knows the answer. And the answer is wonderful. The answer is exactly what he would hope for if he was thinking this through and not just rushing headlong down this wonderful new road that's opening up.

He almost stops breathing when her hands move. Her waist is still somewhat of a no-man's-land, so it's her back and neck that his own hands are exploring, still craftsman-careful.

[identity profile] notmostpeople.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
On the floor, Gabriel frowns and shifts in his sleep.

In the dream, he grasps uselessly at thin air and spins around, but she's not moved, she's not returned to the landscape, she's not anywhere in the dreamscape any more.

And the wind picks up and blows the sunbursting sky into a different, colder dream, as hard as he tries to hang onto this one.