.FAMILIAR MEMORY DREAM.
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Deidara dreamt of a meadow. It was from a painting he once saw, it was a wide open expanse of grass and flowers, things he’d take inspiration from in their beauty. It was a most beautiful place, almost feeling real as the tall grass and nature tickled at his ankles.
Colorful insects flew by him, beautiful wings displaying nature’s wonder. The sun shone brightly down on him, making him feel rather warm but in this strange surreal dream he didn’t mind. When the wind blew, it whipped the sweet scent of the flora growing around him, filling his lungs. Almost intoxicating in a way, he stumbled forward, unsure of where it was he was going.
A very slight smile crept upon the blonde’s face as a soft kiss of a warm breeze brushed his cheek. A tiny part of him knew, this wasn’t reality.. Deidara knew this couldn’t be real and that eventually he’d wake up to the dawn, the forest that provided him shade, more missions and possibly more murder.
Something in his heart was quietly wishing that he’d never wake up from this dream, it was wonderfully comfortable. He had no pain here, no worries, no fears. And while he was deaf, in this place it felt as if he could hear every little noise around him. As he was walking forward at what seemed the slowest pace he could, voices in the distance echoed toward him. Voices, he heard them. The blonde stopped and squinted, he couldn’t make out who it was so far away. The figures where blurs. His soul knew these blurs. Familiar blurs, comforting blurs resting at the back of his memory. Had it been that long, had he forgotten who these two were, what they sounded like?
No matter how far he continued to walk, it seemed he wasn’t getting closer to them at all. When he went to call out to them, his voice failed and nothing escaped his lips. This perfect place, it wasn’t perfect. Deidara felt himself getting dizzy and collapsed onto a soft patch of grassy earth. With a hazy eye he glanced upward. The figures where standing right there, right next to him. Still just blurs. Warped smiling faces, he couldn’t make them out.
One appeared however to be a woman. She said something, he still couldn’t understand her words, they were also contorted. The woman’s tone however seemed that of concern. He tried to move as she kneeled down but, he felt paralyzed. As she reached out and touched his shoulders, his eyesight faded to black, and he awoke on the ground in a cold sweat. His cloak clinging tot he exposed parts of his skin, chest rising and falling rapidly. The ground spinning then stopping as he shook his head.
The silence returned as well, nothing could be heard. The fire he had made had slowly burnt out, cinders and white smoke puffing up. This dream, he’d had it before, but dreams weren’t reality. He’d have to put out the fire and keep going no matter what. -----------