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[psl] stay where you are
Feb. 21st, 2024 08:20 pm[ There is a beach, and there is a man standing on it, facing the ocean.
And there is a girl, barefoot on the sand (barefoot? how? she remembers this moment, and she'd had her boots; she'd been shaking and terrified, but at least she had been fully dressed and armored in that), who finds herself walking towards him. There's an odd, buzzing moment of cognizant dissonance--she hadn't been here at all, she thinks, and now she's here--when she realizes: Ah, I'm dreaming.
Once she has that realization, the rest slots itself back into place relatively quickly. The beach is that unnamed, distant one in lost Atlantis, she is Fujimaru Ritsuka, and the man in front of her is...
Well. When it had happened, she'd had her strong suspicions of who it might be, with that particular body coupled with those eyes, though neither she nor Mash had spoken their thoughts aloud. They'd just known it wasn't him.
But in a dream? Because this is surely just her own wistful brain conjuring up impossibilities, right? This can't be anything like a shared dream with a Servant, right? Solomon had never been one of hers, no matter how close they'd been.
And since it's a dream, it feels safe for her to wander closer, and to say: ]
Hey. Penny for your thoughts?
And there is a girl, barefoot on the sand (barefoot? how? she remembers this moment, and she'd had her boots; she'd been shaking and terrified, but at least she had been fully dressed and armored in that), who finds herself walking towards him. There's an odd, buzzing moment of cognizant dissonance--she hadn't been here at all, she thinks, and now she's here--when she realizes: Ah, I'm dreaming.
Once she has that realization, the rest slots itself back into place relatively quickly. The beach is that unnamed, distant one in lost Atlantis, she is Fujimaru Ritsuka, and the man in front of her is...
Well. When it had happened, she'd had her strong suspicions of who it might be, with that particular body coupled with those eyes, though neither she nor Mash had spoken their thoughts aloud. They'd just known it wasn't him.
But in a dream? Because this is surely just her own wistful brain conjuring up impossibilities, right? This can't be anything like a shared dream with a Servant, right? Solomon had never been one of hers, no matter how close they'd been.
And since it's a dream, it feels safe for her to wander closer, and to say: ]
Hey. Penny for your thoughts?
