Post by ORNELLA BELLEFLUER on Aug 16, 2013 21:23:12 GMT
—ornella
The grass, sky, and sun of the fantasy realm faded into the hazy Nova Athenis morning. Ornella's face was stuffed into a wad of blanket and pillows that made the nest of where she slept with her husband. Dawn pressed gentle fingers on the blinds beside their mattress. Groggily, she moved her hands to nudge Justice in the shoulder. She had the strangest dream, and she needed to lay it on his ears. She smirked to her self, remembering how he had been transformed into a princess - when her hand ran into a warm, round rock between them.
She pawed away at the blankets, sitting up, to find a mysterious, pastel egg had been laid between them. It shined and glittered dimly, the surface a turpid swirl of color. Ornella gasped, cautiously touching it again, and then, began hurriedly whispering Justice's name.
—justice
Justice was twisted and sprawled in bed, in the moment after the end of a dream and before the start of reality. The light was gauzy where it slipped through the blinds, not the harsh bright of daylight he was used to waking up to.
He remembered a bad dream, of princess and dragons and him as one of the former, and he was glad to be out of that, back in his bed in his clothes. There was shifting on the other half of the bed, but he was playing dead, or rather asleep, still not entirely lucid until the sound of his name brought him out of sleep. Grabbed him by the arm and tugged him insistently into waking.
”Mmnnrgh?” he groaned, propping himself up on his elbows, blinking and squinting against the light. It all seemed to be very real, Ornella beside him in bed, until his eyes fell on the egg between them. He rubbed at his eyes. ”Wh-“
It looked familiar, and when he realized why, his gaze flickered up to Ornella, eyes widened. Something was changed here, something between the time they’d gotten into the bed and the time they’d woken up, and he was dreading the only possibility he could think of.
—ornella
From the mound of fluff Ornella would call their blanket, she pulled out the egg and set it in his view on his pillow beside his face. It was the size of a soccerball, light-wieght, warm with an inner heat, and musty with a distinct smell.
"I had a bizarre dream last night, and this egg was in it. I don't know how it managed to get out of my head and into bed," she whispered.
She put her hand on top of the harshly pink surface, rolled it onto its broad side, and shoved her face above to peer at Justice.
"Honey, you look like you need some coffee?"
—justice
He turned to survey the egg with a frown; blinking slowly, hopefully, as if it might disappear before his eyes, out of sight and out of mind. He wasn't that fortunate, and his brow furrowed at Ornella's explanation. "Dream?" he was gaping a bit, because what were the chances? "That's..." He didn't finish, he didn't know what to say. He was trying to get his thoughts together first.
Ornella had been in his dream, along with quite a few other people he hadn't recognized, but it wasn't unusual to dream of one's wife.
It was unusual, on the other hand, to share dreams.
Cautiously, Justice reached out to touch it, to drag his fingers along the thick shell, feeling a faint and unnerving warmth at his fingertips. He pulled his hand back.
He wanted to roll back over, go back to sleep and hope he didn't have strange dreams, any dreams, again. But Ornella wasn't going to let him do that, so he just nodded at the offer of coffee. He needed more than just a cup of coffee.
"What kind of dream?" He was curious.
—ornella
Even though the downward curl of his lips was his trademark face of fatigue, Ornella pulled the egg back into her arms in case he found it unpleasent. Justice seemed bothered, but then again, he was in the middle of waking up.
When he asked about her dream, the vision of her husband with poodle hair drapped in magenta made her chuckle to herself. Her hands came to her lips to cage the secrets of her giggle, and then, they fell around the egg when the thought passed.
"Do you want a biiiiiig cup of coffee first?" she asked, a bright lift in her voice. She was a morning person through and through. You can tell by how she held the heavy egg in her arms, beginning to tip her legs off the bed. You could tell by how she was quick enough to realize her husband might not like the kind of dream she had.
—justice
The heels of his hands pressed to his eyelids, he groaned before he raised his head to Ornella with the egg wrapped in her arms. Justice sighed. She was giggling about something now, and that only made him more nervous.
No, not nervous. It was still too early to be nervous. More of the bad kind of confusion.
"Yeah, sure," A cup of strong coffee. Then he could be nervous proper.
"But—" he was cut off by a yawn, and he kicked the bedsheets off himself, down to the foot of the bed. "What about the dream? The hell you laughing about?" He cast a sidelong glance to the egg.
He didn't remember, exactly, the dream from the egg. But he could remember that it looked something like this. And that he didn't trust that thing. "Omelette?" he added, hopefully.
—ornella
She slid out of their soft, warm bed, leaving the enormous pink egg recline in the mound of a pillow. Mornings were always a comfortable time for her. She liked to watch Justice wake up. She could see all his weaknesses, and they entertained her. She pressed her lips together to avoid smiling, shuffling over to the closet to find her robe. It was pink, and reminiscent of the the vision of the frothing mounds of lace in her dream.
"Oh, it was just a silly dream~ Nothing to take too seriously," she hummed.
But at the offer of an omelette, she turned around, suddenly quite serious, and leaving the mission of the coffee to rot. "Fine, I will tell you about my dream," she said, shuffling back over to the bed and leaning over onto the side, "In which I was given this extraordinary-looking egg," She rolled it over to him so he could inspect it. "The colors of the shell, they are like trefoil, and icing... There was a dragon in my dream, and I traded it my pastry to save you, and it gave me this in return." She shot a suspicious look at the window, and then she leaned forward, her wavy hair dripping onto the bed-sheets, and she whispered in her husband's ear.
"What if there is a baby inside?" Immediately, her lips curled into a smile, and she petted Justice's cheek fondly.
—justice
She whirled back around at the mention of omelettes. The look of early morning delirium was slipping off his face, in place was a sort of recognition. What a familiar dream that was. "Mmm-hmm." He said, not quite sure how he'd go about explaining the fact.
He glanced to the window as she did. When she had whispered her secret, he leaned back so he could see her face. It was too early for jokes, but Justice could feel the weight of the egg sinking into the bed – there was certainly something inside, it weighed more than just a hollow shell. But a baby? That didn't seem the right word.
"Baby?" More like some sort of scaled monstrosity, not a baby, with pink skin and soft cheeks, the kind that Ornella meant.
"There's no baby in there." He said, though his voice wavered a bit, uncertain. "Don't tell me we're keeping it." This dream and its artifacts left a sour taste in his mouth, and he gave a distasteful look to the egg, nudging it away.
The grass, sky, and sun of the fantasy realm faded into the hazy Nova Athenis morning. Ornella's face was stuffed into a wad of blanket and pillows that made the nest of where she slept with her husband. Dawn pressed gentle fingers on the blinds beside their mattress. Groggily, she moved her hands to nudge Justice in the shoulder. She had the strangest dream, and she needed to lay it on his ears. She smirked to her self, remembering how he had been transformed into a princess - when her hand ran into a warm, round rock between them.
She pawed away at the blankets, sitting up, to find a mysterious, pastel egg had been laid between them. It shined and glittered dimly, the surface a turpid swirl of color. Ornella gasped, cautiously touching it again, and then, began hurriedly whispering Justice's name.
—justice
Justice was twisted and sprawled in bed, in the moment after the end of a dream and before the start of reality. The light was gauzy where it slipped through the blinds, not the harsh bright of daylight he was used to waking up to.
He remembered a bad dream, of princess and dragons and him as one of the former, and he was glad to be out of that, back in his bed in his clothes. There was shifting on the other half of the bed, but he was playing dead, or rather asleep, still not entirely lucid until the sound of his name brought him out of sleep. Grabbed him by the arm and tugged him insistently into waking.
”Mmnnrgh?” he groaned, propping himself up on his elbows, blinking and squinting against the light. It all seemed to be very real, Ornella beside him in bed, until his eyes fell on the egg between them. He rubbed at his eyes. ”Wh-“
It looked familiar, and when he realized why, his gaze flickered up to Ornella, eyes widened. Something was changed here, something between the time they’d gotten into the bed and the time they’d woken up, and he was dreading the only possibility he could think of.
—ornella
From the mound of fluff Ornella would call their blanket, she pulled out the egg and set it in his view on his pillow beside his face. It was the size of a soccerball, light-wieght, warm with an inner heat, and musty with a distinct smell.
"I had a bizarre dream last night, and this egg was in it. I don't know how it managed to get out of my head and into bed," she whispered.
She put her hand on top of the harshly pink surface, rolled it onto its broad side, and shoved her face above to peer at Justice.
"Honey, you look like you need some coffee?"
—justice
He turned to survey the egg with a frown; blinking slowly, hopefully, as if it might disappear before his eyes, out of sight and out of mind. He wasn't that fortunate, and his brow furrowed at Ornella's explanation. "Dream?" he was gaping a bit, because what were the chances? "That's..." He didn't finish, he didn't know what to say. He was trying to get his thoughts together first.
Ornella had been in his dream, along with quite a few other people he hadn't recognized, but it wasn't unusual to dream of one's wife.
It was unusual, on the other hand, to share dreams.
Cautiously, Justice reached out to touch it, to drag his fingers along the thick shell, feeling a faint and unnerving warmth at his fingertips. He pulled his hand back.
He wanted to roll back over, go back to sleep and hope he didn't have strange dreams, any dreams, again. But Ornella wasn't going to let him do that, so he just nodded at the offer of coffee. He needed more than just a cup of coffee.
"What kind of dream?" He was curious.
—ornella
Even though the downward curl of his lips was his trademark face of fatigue, Ornella pulled the egg back into her arms in case he found it unpleasent. Justice seemed bothered, but then again, he was in the middle of waking up.
When he asked about her dream, the vision of her husband with poodle hair drapped in magenta made her chuckle to herself. Her hands came to her lips to cage the secrets of her giggle, and then, they fell around the egg when the thought passed.
"Do you want a biiiiiig cup of coffee first?" she asked, a bright lift in her voice. She was a morning person through and through. You can tell by how she held the heavy egg in her arms, beginning to tip her legs off the bed. You could tell by how she was quick enough to realize her husband might not like the kind of dream she had.
—justice
The heels of his hands pressed to his eyelids, he groaned before he raised his head to Ornella with the egg wrapped in her arms. Justice sighed. She was giggling about something now, and that only made him more nervous.
No, not nervous. It was still too early to be nervous. More of the bad kind of confusion.
"Yeah, sure," A cup of strong coffee. Then he could be nervous proper.
"But—" he was cut off by a yawn, and he kicked the bedsheets off himself, down to the foot of the bed. "What about the dream? The hell you laughing about?" He cast a sidelong glance to the egg.
He didn't remember, exactly, the dream from the egg. But he could remember that it looked something like this. And that he didn't trust that thing. "Omelette?" he added, hopefully.
—ornella
She slid out of their soft, warm bed, leaving the enormous pink egg recline in the mound of a pillow. Mornings were always a comfortable time for her. She liked to watch Justice wake up. She could see all his weaknesses, and they entertained her. She pressed her lips together to avoid smiling, shuffling over to the closet to find her robe. It was pink, and reminiscent of the the vision of the frothing mounds of lace in her dream.
"Oh, it was just a silly dream~ Nothing to take too seriously," she hummed.
But at the offer of an omelette, she turned around, suddenly quite serious, and leaving the mission of the coffee to rot. "Fine, I will tell you about my dream," she said, shuffling back over to the bed and leaning over onto the side, "In which I was given this extraordinary-looking egg," She rolled it over to him so he could inspect it. "The colors of the shell, they are like trefoil, and icing... There was a dragon in my dream, and I traded it my pastry to save you, and it gave me this in return." She shot a suspicious look at the window, and then she leaned forward, her wavy hair dripping onto the bed-sheets, and she whispered in her husband's ear.
"What if there is a baby inside?" Immediately, her lips curled into a smile, and she petted Justice's cheek fondly.
—justice
She whirled back around at the mention of omelettes. The look of early morning delirium was slipping off his face, in place was a sort of recognition. What a familiar dream that was. "Mmm-hmm." He said, not quite sure how he'd go about explaining the fact.
He glanced to the window as she did. When she had whispered her secret, he leaned back so he could see her face. It was too early for jokes, but Justice could feel the weight of the egg sinking into the bed – there was certainly something inside, it weighed more than just a hollow shell. But a baby? That didn't seem the right word.
"Baby?" More like some sort of scaled monstrosity, not a baby, with pink skin and soft cheeks, the kind that Ornella meant.
"There's no baby in there." He said, though his voice wavered a bit, uncertain. "Don't tell me we're keeping it." This dream and its artifacts left a sour taste in his mouth, and he gave a distasteful look to the egg, nudging it away.
