@selenebellona
August was always aware of his dreams now, lucid, awake, even when he was resting he wasn’t really. Some drawback maybe of his newfound power, the already restless witch was even more so, and in his dreams, he often returned to the same place. Though occasionally he would paint the landscape with the golden sands of illusion and trickery, where he visited most were his own very real memories of the past. Of home. After all, it was only in the past that August was permitted to see the ocean, to see the fullness of the moon, all the stars in the sky, just as exactly as he’d remembered them.
It was evening over the Santa Barbara beach, across the cool grains of sand, August stretched long and languid limbs, his eyes trained on the sky. The moon dipped towards the ocean, a full reflection of sea to sky, the universe behind her was the blanket of stars, the constellations they’d named, the ones they’d left alone, the ones they had tried to rewrite, and those that they’d made up entirely.
He smirked, it was so stupid.
August watched the moon as his dream slipped past, most nights he slipped into the realms of others, pulling strings from far behind the scenes. There was a man slowly being driven mad, a woman who resented the life she’d chosen, but even these, they were just games, training, learning, pushing the limits of what he was willing to do, what he was able to do, and what he could still learn to do.
But tonight?
Tonight he was the still ocean before him, placid and still and cool like the surface of a mirror. August was taking the night to himself, even in his dreams, he schemed, but there was a melancholy that hung over him. He was not lonely, but forever, August felt misunderstood, or like he was incapable of being understand or needed. August was the unfortunate aid that people turned to, he was the disdainful thing people had to contend with to get what they wanted. And he did not care enough to try and alter these perceptions, they were, in a sense, truths.
His eyes stilled on the moon, August closed his eyes, he could see her behind the lids of his eyes, curving like the waning moon. When he opened his eyes again, she was there, walking towards him, the universe shifted as a stream of silver mist acted as the paved stones that she used to descend from heaven to earth - a confused look on her face. August was confused, too, what was she doing in his dream?
He stood as the realm all but shifted on its axis, a seamless motion as he stepped onto the silvery path that ran perpendicular to the curvature of the earth and still ocean. The beach was at his back, but he was no longer laying down, he was standing, and the blankness of space shifted beneath the silver path, and above the in the many stars above them, he walked, closing the space between heaven and earth, not stopping until she was only a few paces away. “How.... What are you doing here?” His tone didn’t indicate that she wasn’t welcome, just that he was surprised.
