[private] oh me oh my, i thought it was a dream... [star pony]

[Kagerus]

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oh me oh my, i thought it was a dream...

You owe me nothing.

Her whisper fills the scope of the dream, gently folding into its edges as only a whisper can. Quiet and full. Her weight against my phantom hand brings a smile to my nonmaterial lips. How strange, to trust a stranger this intrinsically - with my life - to touch her like this, to know her with such an unabashed immediacy. If only this were life. The thought leaves my smile cold and forgotten. If only we could stay calm forever.

She asks me to tell. The seam splits: obliging her wish. A picture of two women in love, of children in harmony... Far from diety, far from divinity. A figure tired and exhausted and at peace. No more than other mortals. No wisdom to share beyond the wounds inflicted upon me by a bitch called life.

When the seam closes, the liver girl trys out the form of my name with the muscles of her mouth, feeling its every curve and edge.

Without needing a reason to transition (dreams often follow no reasonable laws), she opens her own seam. It is clear even before the murky images become clear that this painting is one of love, love in all shapes and sizes but love undeniably. Horses I've never met and never will come and go in the image, their names unknown to me but their significance to my companion powerfully clear. With a knot in my throat, I commit each face to memory... The thought of losing my loved ones to an insurmountable distance leaves me wrought with a secret anxiety, with the sickness that comes to those plagued with excess empathy.

The tension lessens some when I know, irrevocably, that I am at least one new family member for this lost girl now. That we have made a connection in this open-ended world.

I'm Lilli.
"That's a beautiful name."
What are you?
I can't help but smile at the wonder in her voice, at her wide-eyed mystification. Gentle. Slow-moving.
And what is this place?

Gently, slowly, our surroundings shift. The warm gray around us takes on hues of purple, a cloud of dawn hosting our dreams. The air is cooler but not uncomfortably so; the weight on Lilli's shoulder softly fades, replaced by me gradually materializing in front of her. It shouldn't seem strange here, where anything is possible, but I appreciate that she finds it wonderful. My head snakes out, nose jostling hers gently, another laugh reverberating around us; an attempt to get her to interact more with the dream.

"I am but a humble dreamweaver, sweet Lilli." I pause, straightening, allowing my voice to find a certain gravity. "Even more than that I am a woman in search of my wife. Solace, you saw her next to me. That is my true identity. Hers." The words come out like facts, romantic to be sure, but also unquestionable. 

Hers. I am hers. 

My expression returns to one of slight playfulness as I glance around us, sending scents of lavender and sage around us in an arc. "And right now, we are in a dream... It's easier for me to be here than out there. And for now, we can stay here... You can do anything you want to here. Fly. Take the form of another creature. Sit on a star and gaze into the depthless void." My nutmeg eyes find hers. "But eventually we will have to wake up... and I'm afraid that I'll return to the state you found me in."

My breath catches.

"I can only hope that you'll guide me in the day, stranger as I may be to you... I am happy to supervise your nights in return. If you'll have me."

@[lilliana]