Oneironaut (Interlude Arthur)
The colors of deep space unfurled all around them. Green with the far-distant slow curl of ionized gas clouds. Blue were the nebulae filled with massive stars spinning idly at their feet. Soft gold and red, the halo reflected of older galaxies drifting in the background.
The surcoat of the man standing before them matched those latter shades, silvery stars caught within the crystalline depths of armor that idly shifted on a spectral breeze.
The recently regained memory of Camelot pricked at the back of their mind, newly excavated and smarting like a freshly disturbed scrape.
MC stared down at their hands. The ones that'd borne the bier carrying the Pair Bywyd. They still had them both, unlike Bedivere, who—
Something rumbled silently in the distance, more pressure than sound.
Something darker than the black void between the stars was once more creeping in from the edges of the heavens. Their current companion seemed unsurprised, even as he tilted a red-gold head to glance back from where they'd come.
"We dare not linger any longer," Arthur Pendragon spoke above their protests of how they'd only been here for a few short moments.
A few scant heartbeats. Only a few small words exchanged between the two of them.
"Tis always most dangerous at the Edge, where other things besides Dreamers linger. Retreat to the safety of your own normal slumber. Or awaken instead, if such should suit you, and think upon the implications of what you just witnessed."
And after saying such, the once High King reached forward, both physically and otherwise, as a jolt of awareness pressed against the back of MC's mind, a light shove to more easily send them on their way. "I shall lead them astray to—"
That was Arthur's mistake. That was MC's chance. And so, as the newly budding dreamwalker also reached forward with phantasmal fingers, with mind intent, with will as sharp as a white-burning blade, as they wrapped both hands around the king's gauntleted wrist.
The stars rushed past in a blur of rainbow-reflected hues as something roared in the distance like the collapse of a high-rise wreathed in flames.
And the winning drabble for April is "Arthur and Dreamwalker MC visit Broderick's dreams together" at 2211 words.
Finally, a normal dream. Somewhat. With a bit of a more serious business MC, who has reasons why they're lingering in the dreamworld with Arthur. Thankfully, for Broderick's sake, his socks are safe this time.
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