[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours
Word Prompts || Always Accepting (feel free to turn into threads)
Veins of gold pulsed softly through endlessly, overwhelming bright skies and warmed the delicate ivory of ornate columns that stretched out towards that shimmering sea of blue and licked at fluffy, white clouds that rolled lazily just beyond their reach. With the sun nestled high above, vibrant verdant leaves seemed to glow as a gentle breeze tangled about twisting vines and budding fruits that nearly leaked into white pavements littered with scattered petals. An array of flowers clung to nearly every inch of the infinite garden - from blush roses that wrapped firmly about decorative pillars to white lilies that peaked out from hearty bushes and baby blue hydrangea that nearly covered the translucent glass of overhanging windows. And beyond their gentle domain, stout trees, planted into neat, even rows, seemed to stretch on for an immeasurable amount of miles - broken only to wrap about a shallow, stone pond filled with crystalline waters that just barely swayed against tepid breeze. Sleek gems tucked away between rocks of gray and beige that still glistened with dew. The sight, on its own, was nothing short of breathtaking - filled with a natural beauty that wove each part of the shaded garden together seamlessly.
But beneath the white stone company that sat dead center of that limitless garden was a small table. Trim of white and gold with a glass top and two chairs of matching accents pulled out about its shimmering form. Atop it was a porcelain kettle that laid upon a velvety towel of white and gold - steam still huffed from its snout and mixed into the balmy air. A pair of matching cups were laid out beside it upon delicate dishes that almost looked as if they might shatter against the wind. Within them still boiled a dark liquid. An earthy scent radiated from those piping hot cups - mixing in with the pleasant aroma of the flowers. But a hint of bitterness that caught as smoke filtered out from those mugs made it stand out. The all too familiar yet comforting scent of coffee was far more hefty than even the field of flowers and trees that laid just beyond.
He inhaled against the scent - calloused finger tips tracing over the crisp edges of letters buried beneath the cups to keep them from fluttering away as he stood in front of that table. Ink was sprawled neatly upon white parchment - words written with thin, clean lines written with such careful care that could have pit a proper poet to shame. And he had all of the time in the world to ensure each once was nothing short of perfect. Alone, within that garden, with white locks glittering beneath the kiss of the sun and ebony armor, full of scratches and battle-worn yet somehow, still, nothing short of perfect, gleaming against long shadows cast by heaving plants - he looked ethereal (and a far cry from the weapon he had been originally been molded as).
He’s lost count of the days that have passed - if they have passed at all. He can will night to fall, but it is nothing more than that. The weather changes based solely on his emotions and nothing more. Months, years, centuries - he will never know how long it has been since he had first been trapped within this dream. How long he has been waiting, but he will wait forever if he must. He has all the time in the world. And with it, he has done nothing but think, wonder, regret, and wish. Every thought written down and stored away in wooden chests that found their home in the corner of the patio he’s come to know like the back of his own hand.
Fingers retract from where they had lingered upon those pages as footsteps drag against grass. Not once did the scenery flicker as he turned his head - smile falling onto smooth lips as azure irises fall upon the ‘intruder’. To have company here is such a rare thing, indeed. “Good morning.” Though those words feel hollow when he, truthfully, doesn’t know if its light or dark out beyond this realm. “Did you intend to come here - ah, no matter. I cannot offer you much, but you are welcome to join me for a cup of coffee.”
