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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 21:22:29 GMT -5
Peem laughed, sitting up, water dripping from his black hair, making him look quite the rake. "Oy, we are a horrid sight, aren't we..." He stood up and put out his hand to help Blaize up. "Let's clean up our mess, and then it should be off to bed with us. The couch isnt the best, but its all I got for ye."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 21:24:30 GMT -5
Grabbing the hand, he was pulled to his feet and stumbled, catching himself on Peem's shoulder's. He chuckled, "The couch will be fine- i would be comfortable on a rock, truth be told."
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 21:26:47 GMT -5
Peem, stumbled a bit but managed to stay steady under Blaize's weight. "Perhaps you didnt' handle the liquor as well as I did." He guided Blaize to the cough and sat him down. He quickly slipped on his clothing. "Stay there and get comfortable. I'll clean this up myself."
Peem grabbed a couple towels and cleaned the floor, and dumped the water out the window. "There. That's fine." He smiled at Blaize. "Well, the couch is much better than a rock, I assure you."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 21:29:05 GMT -5
Giving him a tired smile, he yawned, covering it with his hand, "That's good to know. Wouldn't want to..." His eyes flew open, "Im not imposing on you all, am I?"
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 21:30:39 GMT -5
Peem walked over to Blaize and handed him a blanket and a pillow, ruffling the brit's hair a bit. "Of course not. I'm glad to have you here." He smiled and laughed a bit. "Most fun I've had in a very long time."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 21:32:46 GMT -5
Setting himself up on the couch, he curled up with the pillow, swatting the hand away. Grinning, his eyes already half glazed over with sleep, he murmurred a soft, "Me too, Peem...Me too." Before he let sleep take him where it will.
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 21:35:18 GMT -5
Peem pulled the blanket around Blaize gently, making sure he was covered and comfy. "Night Blaize...see you in the morning." He blew out the lamps and went into his room, smiling a bit over at the sleeping british boy. a good day indeed
Peem quickly slipped into his bed and fell asleep.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 3:03:13 GMT -5
"Blaize....Blaize darling..." A soft voice called out in the inky darkness, "Michael, answer me."
"Mother?" Blaize yelped, running through a world of glass. All around him were mirrors, large mirrors, small mirrors, "Where are you? Mother!"
Something cold touched his neck and he shrieked as a pair of freezing cold hands clamped on to his throat, drawing him toward a pair of dead sea-green eyes in a dead face. "Michael, darling.....Mother's here!"
He screamed and the world shattered around him. Exploding inward, the mirrors sent shards of glass everywhich way, cutting at him, tearing-
Blaize jolted awake, sitting bolt upright, his heart in his throat, shivering. Taking a look around, he didn't relax until he realized where he was, and then he hoped he hadn't woken anyone.
A nightmare. Shaking, he ran a hand through his hair, cold sweat falling down his face. It was just a nightmare.
((felt like writing a bit of angst))
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 10:22:38 GMT -5
Peem was awoken by Blazie's screaming. Jumping out of bed, he slid into the other room and to Blazie's side. "What's wrong..you okay?" The boy looked like he had seen a ghost...Peem looked about the room and saw no one else was there...Blaize must have had a nightmare.
Going over to the kitchen, he grabbed a small towel and put a hand on Blaize shoulder, wiping his brow a bit. "What...what were you dreaming about..."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 18:26:55 GMT -5
Licking his dry and cracked lips, Blaize forced his voice to a normal tone and after a moment's hesitation, answered the other. "My...mother." He murmurred softly.
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 20:28:53 GMT -5
Peem nodded. "I'm sorry..." He went and got the british boy a glass of water and sat down next to him. "Do you want to talk about it?" He put a hand on the boy's shoulder gingerly, not sure if he wanted to be touched or not.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 20:42:41 GMT -5
Biting his lip, he looked away, "Ever since i can remember, it had always been my mother and me. We didn't have a lot of money, so we were always moving around, never staying in one place longer than a couple of months."
He paused, "She would tell me stories when i was younger, about dreams and the power they had. One time she spun me a tale so vivid i remember it to this day." His eyes were slightly unfocused, as if he wasn't even there.
"Mirrors. It always had to start with a mirror. They are the keys to your soul- it is said they reflect not the you on the outside, but the you on the inside. Dreams with mirrors can symbolize so much, depending on what you see." He flinched slightly, "If they break..."
"If they break, dear one, the only conclusion is something awful..."
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 20:49:23 GMT -5
Peem sighed. "Tis a Scottish fable as well...one about Morgana and how she could capture your soul with mirrors...and if she broke the mirror, your soul would be lost forever."
He reminisced about stories his mother had told him. "I remember a story my mother told me about a king who gave a girl a gif of a mirror ball...if she turned it one way, it would show her her dreams..."
He shook himself and looked at Blaize. "Did...did a mirror break in your dream?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 20:52:12 GMT -5
Blaize turned his head a little, so that only his profile was shown to the other. "More than one....Much more than just one." He shivered lightly and his hands came up to clutch at his arms. But he wasn't cold...at least not a cold any blanket could fix.
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 20:55:30 GMT -5
Peem didn't know what else to do, but wrapped his arms around the bigger boy and gave him a tight hug. "Sometimes dreams are just dreams.." Whether Peem actually believed that or not didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was trying to calm Blaize down.
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