[littl3chocobo]

when the boy had drifted off he he had laid back and stared into the sky, the blotted black of trees covered one end and the sunset that had never gotten to begin was now finishing casting a fiery light over them, from this angle it looked as though the trees were burning against a purple brocade. he warmed the night air to keep the other comfortable. he also willed the grass and clover dark lay upon softer and plusher. he had not expected they would come back to this point, the sky and the reason vastly different though the setting was eerily the same, he wondered why this plce did not whisper for continuation. actually he had noticed that the book's demands had all but disappeared from his mind, as if it chosen to sleep once more as the boy next to him was doing now. he began to piece things together, wondering if the boy had really come to terms with being the Writer as well as the Reader. he was still sick from his cruelty to his lord even though he had no choice in the matter, it sat heavy with him but he was also happy that dark had not hated him for it. he looked at the other again. he did not know what compelled him as he laid a hand on the other's face but the wish felt natural and right.


he fell into the dream