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 Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 5:48 pm
If one thing could be said for Wiseman, he wasn't slow on the uptake: from the moment the words Dream Priest left her lips his eyes had narrowed in reassessment. When she was done he immediately stepped forward and put both his hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eyes, then enfolded her in a proper hug. Much of the tension had flooded from his posture, and when he spoke again he sounded like he was comforting a child who'd come into his room during a thunderstorm. "I'm sorry you had a bad dream, baby," he said next to her ear, stroking her hair with one bandaged hand. "I realize this might be a stupid question, but how do you know this wasn't just a bad dream featuring His High 'n Holiness?"
It was a peculiar tableau, the two of them embracing in their powered forms; over her shoulder, however, and unseen to her, he wasn't smiling. His eyes had taken on their otherworldly glow.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 9:57 pm
Her soft pink head nestled against his shoulder and the Lady was far from eager to move from this position. Ever. Black Lady was a girl that was used to unused to being bereft of physical and emotional sustenance. Though remote, Endymion and Serenity had always been loving behind closed doors with their daughter and the senshi had tried to make up for the gaps as much as they could. When she'd outgrown her childhood crush on her father and Mamoru, it had seamlessly shifted to the Dream Priest and only warmed her heart further.
The embrace from Wiseman wasn't precisely warm, but as her only source of affection, it was a great deal. Without lifting her head from its place she shook her head lightly and her voice was lightly amused if still strained. "It is because he was a she. Any Priest I have dreamed about before has been male. I am not so...ah...free in likes? I don't think." She mulled this thought over in her mind and decided against it. "And then, Priest has lived in my dreams before. I know the change, please trust me." That was fairly dire, wasn't it? But in these matters, she was perhaps the authority. "It was not good for me, girl Priest. Not good at all." Arms tightened briefly around the Wiseman before she perhaps realized the desperation in the action and lessened her grip again. Such a fine line to walk, thinner than tightrope and much easier to break.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 4:00 pm
"Shhh, Usa," he said, his hand still in her hair and his other arm wrapped around her. It wasn't often he broke out her name: it wasn't often he broke out any name, seeing as he had a long litany of junebugs, babydolls and sugarplums to substitute. Small Lady Serenity was a world away: Tsukino Usagi an even further world. But she was visibly upset, which was reason enough.
He pulled back from her to look at her a moment later, his hands on both of her shoulders. The glow had faded; he was smiling at her. "It's nothing," he said. "It's a dream. It's only a dream. We're sleeping in the kingdom of Elysion, Usa, and the Dream Priest likes to go a-knocking on doors here -- but it's all he can do. If he could do more," he motioned with one hand, "it would've set off one of the spells I've got you wrapped up in. Don't let him bother you," he leaned in to touch his forehead to hers, briefly, "and in the meantime I'll see if I can't keep him from bothering you too, all right, pattycake?"
Wiseman raised his eyebrows for confirmation. "Yeah? All righty. If you'll excuse me I'm gonna go rustle up some pajamas."
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 8:22 pm
At the use of her birthed and rightly-given name, the Lady had nearly crumbled again into a thousand jagged pieces of mental instability. It was only the fantastic will that had be instilled into her by her mother, over and over until it had slowly forged into diamond-coated steel, the control of a true senshi. Fallen or not, she was still a senshi, and she would do her damn duty.
Wiseman's smile, however, was a much sharper diamond. It wasn't the sarcastic, almost mocking smile that was employed on just about everyone that came into contact with the sorcerer, it was a genuine smile. The smile that he had given her when he'd taken her hand and pulled her from the darkness where she'd wallowed for so long - too long. It coaxed one of her own from the nervous turmoil and eased her mind slightly at mention of the spells. She was rather cocooned in them, on a level so subtle that she usually forgot they were even there.
Which was, of course, the point.
Reassured enough that a powered form was no longer needed, Serenity sighed and pulled it within herself. Pink hair spilled down to the floor and around her body like a cloak before she exasperatedly flipped it to one side and exposed the charity logo emblazoned across her shirt. It had been stolen from Ray almost immediately upon her arrival, and had not been returned since. The rabbit-covered flannel pajama pants had been a later addition, and not come from the teacher's wardrobe, thankfully. "Hai. Yes. I am sorry I woke you. I can keep the Priest out for now, but I did not know he - she lived." After all, she had some control of Elysion herself, bred through her blood. But to Blanche, it was probably the worst soul that could possibly have been reincarnated and tossed at her, with the exception of two special others.
Returning to her bed with yet another softly murmured apology, she slowly looked around the quiet home and sighed while settling down back into the pillows. What she wouldn't give for Diana, or even her old Luna P. Sometimes, even when you thought you were all grown up, you just wanted to run home. But sometimes, there was just no home to go to. Hugging a pillow close, the princess of Crystal Tokyo closed her eyes, and tried desperately again to sleep. There would be no bad dreams again tonight, she was confident that now, her dreams would be tenderly cared for.
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