@luckyfae· liked for a plotted starter !
another night was being spent in the dreamscape of a lost lamb that roman had grown fond of, as they do with most humans. she was confused despite her aloof appearance and roman simply wanted to guide her as if they were her shepherd ( IF ONLY ) . they simply wanted to save this child from her suffering that their Creator had left upon her. if they had the will they’d bless her but she’d be cursed with a death that comes with such affection, as every human has. roman must fix without heavenly blessings instead foretold whispers are replacements. these sentiments were enough for from to continuously do nightly visits of guidance. this was one of them.
they drift and drift until they reach her. she’s somewhere far within her subconscious which has too much fog and darkness circled around them. they offer a brilliance of light simply by being with her, it gives sight to a place of nostalgia- of what earth once was. their tired hands moved and gesture toward the forgotten world turned to ruin.
‘ do you recall this place, child ? ’
gentle-toned as they were soft-hearted, there is an age-old warmth that does not falter. they would love humans even as the hymns of destruction play loudly in their ears as penance. roman was patient, this was their duty. to watch, to help and to protect.
dreams were BUBBLES waiting to be burst by the sharp POINT of reality. somehow, they are always too good to be true. so when she finds herself in a somewhat FAMILIAR place faye can only wonder what she’s doing here. the color of MONEY in her eyes looks downwards, a white sundress fitted to her frame is something much SOFTER than her loud outfit. there’s no SIGN of bright yellow or a REVEALING attire that calls attention like a TRAFFIC CONE. faye looks around wondering if she’s alone, it wouldn’t be the first time. she’s always ALONE, left behind with some ancient relic of a video that only gives her more questions. a hand reaches to clutch her head while she tries to think. not much makes sense since when she looks up she’s by this LION statue, water spouting out of its mouth onto the sea.. faye can’t help but think it’s a SNOW GLOBE, pristine & untouched by her recollection. the surrounding area looks something only the rich would surround themselves with.
then a man has her attention like he’s pulling her forth.
❛ not really. i’m afraid my memory’s shot. who are you? do i know you? ❜
maybe this is a clue to who she is, a KEY to the hidden lock that remains shut tight. she wonders if she knew this man back then. was she dreaming of the past ? his voice is a SOFT melody erupting from a violin, she feels at ease. a part of that SCARES her, so she has to have her wits about her.
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