random dream ficlets i just kind of found
"It's a little odd to dream like this," he murmurs, bandages wound and tied around his wrists and ankles like chains, around his neck like a noose, across his eyes as a blindfold. You, for your part, have the thunder rumbling in your ears, the chill of promised rain on your skin. "That isn't to say I mind it," he adds, pressing a light kiss to your cheek that is very slightly dusty. "And that's a secret I'll give you for free, too."
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You walk in a garden of half-buried tombstones, moss and ivy decorating prettily the cracked stone crosses and reaching angels. The taste of tomb-dust lies heavy on your tongue, choking and bittersweet - even though you are outside, or seemingly outside. It tastes like tears and unspoken words, secrets taken to the grave, and you are fascinated with it. There is a chill in the air, and the leaves on the trees in this alley of graves are turning autumn-brown... He wakes, and the taste seems to linger on his tongue.
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He is dreaming, of warm, dark places, deep beneath the earth. Skulls chatter secrets in a dusty tongue, and glowworms nest peacefully in their empty sockets. It is not a bad dream, all things considered. It could be worse. He looks down at his hands. They are bandaged, and he feels the soft texture of gauze on his face. He's not sure if he wants to try touching his face. He's not sure what's underneath.
