somebodysdaughter: (just a little out of reach)
Aya Fujimiya ([personal profile] somebodysdaughter) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore 2016-10-22 05:08 pm (UTC)

Anything else?

[For a moment she can't imagine why it matters, then she decides she doesn't care. It's something else to think about, and she seizes on it gratefully.

[She works backwards. She woke up here, or thought she did. Before that, there'd been the dreams. Okay, but the last one - what was that about? Aya tries to focus, to strip away the stars and the Gymnopédies: a large white room and someone speaking - about dreams, about dreaming, about her. He - she? She can't remember - had told her she was a God--

[No. That's too large and too ludicrous to touch. She thinks about where they were: about the room and the bed, which hadn't had Miss Kitty on it. There'd been light slanting in through the windows, there'd been the sound of water. Then - then a staircase and other rooms, all white and light and airy, all high ceilings and long, low furniture, a dream house, not a place that anyone lived. The sound of the sea. The house is white, too, perched neatly at the end of a long, long sweep of grass: there was the whisper of leaves and, almost out of sight, a fountain giggling and chattering endlessly to itself. She - Aya can almost see it, if she focuses.]


Um. A white house, I think. A house by the sea. There's a fountain...

[It's a bit like something from Sailor Moon, but then a boy wouldn't necessarily know that.]

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