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Post by Alisah Maddox on Nov 26, 2006 14:50:45 GMT -5
Suddenly her dreams shifted from the nightmare's to something that made her face soft and happy.
She was dreaming about home, before it was destroyed. Her days filled with riding, reading and preparing for her next trip. He was never far from her mind. There were days were she would watch him, without his knowledge, hiding to catch a glimpse of his face, his eyes, his body.
No one but her mother knew that she was and still is a virgin. Her dreams shifted again as she thought about him taking her and her subconscious knew there would be pain but that would fade as they brought...
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Post by brandon on Nov 28, 2006 15:08:55 GMT -5
Now sencing her dreams were unconscious state of mind was in a better place he went back to his watch over the kingdom. His home, He was not responsible for these people.. not in the sence of being a king or ruler. he was none of those, a simple advisor to the grand dutchess nothing more. But he felt responsible for them in the sence that he had an incredible amount of new power. He wanted to use it responsibly he wanted to use it to help others. They both felt that way, and by they he meant the phoenix that was now apart of him, and himself. Many horrible things had been done by his hand in his life time. Now it was finally time to move on from the past and pass forward into the future.
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Post by Alisha Maddox on Nov 28, 2006 21:43:57 GMT -5
For some reason, even in sleep, snippets of thoughts got jumbled within her own. Her mind took a moment to sort them out and she knew it was Brandon. If anyone checked on her, she would be on her back; the blankets tangled around her legs, her breathing soft and even. What was going on in her mind was another story.
He was on watch, whatever that meant. Military things confused her. The flashes of thought happened so quickly, she screamed in her mind for them to stop. She wanted one thing to focus on and it was him. She wondered if she could still do it. It had been ages since she had tried. In all honesty since she was a child.
She grabbed on and tried to pull his subconscious mind into her dreams, to show him what she wanted, what she needed. It wasn’t anything special or magical about pulling others into your dreams. Just a trick her mom had taught her when she had nightmares as a child. Eventually Alisa had stopped doing it. Now she wanted to show him. Whether or not he got them was another story. Flaming red curls were wrapped around his fingers. Her breath warm as it blew across his neck while she whispered in his ear. One hand on the small of her back pulling her closer as their lips met. Legs and bodies, intertwined in a dance older then time. More and more she pushed the images at him until…
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