[OOM: In dreams.]
Dec. 3rd, 2006 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raphINT. TENT THAT DREAMS OF BEING A STUDIO APARTMENT
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
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Date: 2007-07-03 09:24 pm (UTC)She kneels down next to him, put's a hand on his leg and leans in close to his ear to say softly "just let me help you relax..."
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Date: 2007-07-03 09:55 pm (UTC)When her whisper makes his breath hitch?
When she's so close he can feel the warmth of her body through the ridiculous get up he's currently wearing?
Not likely.
"i...I gotta be honest. You're kinda makin' it so relaxin' is the last thing on my mind."
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Date: 2007-07-03 11:02 pm (UTC)"Oh yeah?" she asks, and that hand is absently starting to stroke his leg. "So what's the first thing on your mind?"
She's practically daring him to make a move...
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:10 am (UTC)"But you've got Harry, and I've got...I've got..."
But there's no name to recall. There's not even a face. There's a place where both should be, but it's blank. As if such an entity couldn't possibly exist here.
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:23 am (UTC)That's the thing about dreams. All that real life stuff? It doesn't matter. And for a short while you don't have to be alone.
"You've got me."
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Date: 2007-07-04 05:41 am (UTC)"Y'right."
His arms wrap around her, pulling her close.
"I do."