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| [It's a dream Cordelia has a lot. She's getting out on the red carpet of some movie premiere, her arm intertwined with some hunky guy. In this dream she's a famous movie star, loved and adored by all. There's no visions here, or demon goo, or anything gross like that. Things are simple. She has money and she's happy and it's everything she's always wanted.
Even if you don't know her, in this dream you do. You recognize her as the movie star Cordelia Chase. She's been in an array of films, some dramatic but most were feel good romantic comedies. It was her niche, so to speak.
As she steps out on the red carpet, the light bulbs of the cameras go off, and she flashes a smile to the adoring public.]
You're all too kind, really. | |
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| [Isabelline. White. He can’t particularly remember where he’s heard the word before; he just knows that in some way, he likes it. A soothing name for a soothing color, unbiased in its simplicity, and its always been a color, a shade, that he’s associated with peace.]
[It would make sense that the solace of his own dreams would retain that simplicity in a theme and style he could take comfort in.]
[The walls are a smooth, plain white. There’s a small possibility, the slightest chance that they’re glowing, but Roxas is hardly concentrating on them at all. Nor does he even want to, at certain points. Now and again, that blank calm flickers and collapses like a screen to a projector, scenes playing out over and over again before they burst into static, lingering well after they’ve faded away; A boy and his keyblade; an island in ruin; a familiar face controlled by an unfamiliar person…]
[So Roxas keeps his eyes steadfastly down. These were things he had seen before; a dream within a dream, and he could taste the words falling from silent lips as each new image flickered to life, as every piece of static died. In his lap is a journal, and though there's no pen in his hand, words slowly spilled their way across the page, loops of ink formed by the bare existence of thought.]
[Roxas keeps his eyes down. It was best to remain lost in the churning of his own thoughts than disappear into the abyss of Sora’s memories.] | |
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| [Dee, after much frustration, decided that it was no use trying to break out of the cage she was trapped in. She layed down and tried to get some rest....
She was in a familiar place. Not the most familiar, she had never had this dream before,. In the back f her mind it was place that felt very very familiar. She was by the ocean. The waves were sloshing against her feet as she walked across the beach. She thought she saw a boat in the distance, but the cove seemed to be completely empty. There were dark clouds hovering over one place in the water. She looked up at and saw the moon. It stared at her. Grinning still, closer than she remembered it before, but not too close.]
What a curious place...
[She walked across the beach, the sand melting into her feet. Was she near the Zora? Or the Pirates? It was possible. Though this didn't look like how she remembered the Cove when she visited in the past. But the shells were there, she smiled and started to pick them up, examining each one. Maybe this was what she was suppose to do?] | |
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