I need to do this before I forget… this is all I remember from my dream, and some stuff I’m adding.
She is sitting in a lacy room, in a scene obviously of some other time or place. The dress and decor is a mix of Grecian, oriental, and European (think Marie Antoinette) influence. The protagonist is in a flowing outfit similar to Belldandy, with her hair braided half up. Her outfit is mostly blue, white, and gold (subject to change maybe). She has blueberry colored eyes, and brownish hair with a golden gleam about it. Her face is rather beautiful, and the rest of her is just average. She is sitting eating what looks like cheese and crackers, talking to a red haired (clearly dyed) boy of about her age. They both appear to be in their early twenties, or maybe late teens. He has dark forest-green eyes and pale skin. He seems to be lean and athletic, definitely on the skinny side. She seems uneasy while talking to him, but he appears to be chatting away happily, oblivious to her discomfort. She is secretly aware of the eyes on her and him. The eyes of this boys brothers, two of them actually. One with short, blue, snowy hair; the other with long, pin straight, yellowy hair, tied back into a thin ponytail. They are not speaking or eating, they are simply watching the two. There is neither a look of displeasure nor of approval on their faces, they are simply watching.
“Karsia!” he said, “Come with me!”
She looked up at him; he was glowing with anticipation, ready to spring at any moment. Without a word she stood, making sure not to look behind her, and calmly followed him out of the room. He grabbed her hand and tugged her in some direction, but she was not at all aware of what was happening. She moved mechanically, her mind dazed and everything she passed was a blur over white noise. All she could feel was a boiling in her stomach, an absolute fever of excitement.
‘What am I getting so worked up for…’ she stared blankly at the back of his head, bobbing in the sea of blur.
He led her to an elevator, and some of her acquaintances were waiting for one as well. They looked at her, she could feel their stares. In her head she could imagine their thoughts screaming at her ‘What is this?’ ‘Why are you with him!’ ‘You think you’re so special now, dont you.’ Her eyes involuntarily wandered to her hand, clasped in his. She blinked, then squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, in an effort to silence her inner turmoil. He did not seem to notice a thing, and waited with a fake sort of patience for the elevator, periodically poking the “up” button in an effort to make it come faster. The doors slid open, and he squeezed her hand as he strode into the elevator. He let go of her hand and took out a small, silver key. Her heart began to race and the screams in her head became unbearable. The people watched, not even trying to hide their curiosity. He slid the small and circular metal plate on the elevator door to the side, revealing a shiny key hole. She stood stock still, staring at the floors passing by on the screen. She knew he was turning the key, but her eyes were glued to the screen as the floors ticked by.
“12″ the voice suddenly said as the elevator slid to a halt. Her aquaintances glanced at her one last time before wandering out of the elevator, muttering things she could not discern.
“Ok, this elevator shouldn’t make anymore stops before ours.” he said, turning to her and smiling.
“Oh, ok…” she trailed off, her eyes wandering around his face. He took a step towards her, and placed a gentle hand on her cheek. This did not make her uncomfortable, strangely, and she tood watching him with wide eyes. They watched each other closely, and his hand slid down to her neck. He held it there for a moment, taking in the warmth.
“Voice identification, please” the elevator was sliding to a halt.
“Ruber–” the elevator door slid open, revealing a circular, cave-like room. The walls seemed to be made of a smooth, sapphire hued stone that had an unnatural glow. The ceiling was high, with a conical shape. There were three small, black tables in the middle of the room; he walked up to the middle one and was doing something with his hands, she couldn’t really tell. She stood in disbelief in front of the open elevator, wondering at how such a room existed, and that she had never heard of such a thing. He turned around suddenly, holding a clear, shining key. It was double the size of his other key.
“Here we go!” he said cheerfully, practically running back to the elevator, beckoning her to follow. He pressed the button for floor 20 as the door slid shut.
“Shouldn’t you…” she pointed at the exposed key hole on the elevator door.
“Oh, right…” he said, blinking, then stepped forward to slide the circular metal plate back over the key hole.
“Karsia–” he said quietly, turning and facing her, “this all may be a bit of a shock, but don’t worry… I mean, I think you know where I’m taking you.”
“Well, I have an idea…” she said nervously, it was actually clearly obvious what was going on and she didn’t quite believe it herself.
“Of course, it is quite obvious after all” he laughed, ruffling his hair, “I hope you do really want to come with me, I would hate to jump to conclusions thinking that you–”
“Yes, yes!” she blurted out, and in a moment of excitement, she threw her arms around his neck and held him close. She shut her eyes and felt the heat practically steaming off of her cheeks, not believing she just acted so boldly. She felt the pressure of his hands on her back, and he let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m glad to hear it.” They stood there quite still, and it was a surprisingly calm atmosphere.
–more later
