11He had very dark, angry eyes.
I found myself glaring at a man with aging dark hair, short in stature but wide in bearing. We were arguing about someone... and I suppose it must've been his son because he "never wanted me to walk into this house ever again, and he didn't ever want to catch me talking to his boy." I suppose I must've walked out soon after.
I was greeted by not my small town scenery, with beautiful trees and a quiet atmosphere. Instead, cars were lined up on the streets, smog was everywhere, and I realized that there were corner whores to my left and right. This was definantly not my home...
But I didn't come here to talk about how different my real life is compared to my dreams.
Realizing how alone I was, I felt all sad and depressed; it was almost as if a piece of me was suddenly stolen away, and that I just couldn't *stand* for it. That's when I remembered I could see him again - his room just happened to be set up in the basement, and there was a tiny window that I could sneak through...
A minute later I found myself standing underneath a picked-window. The large space was empty, with only a small bed, lamp, and a digital clock in the corner. The floor was barren of any carpet, although there were books scattered here and there. I picked up a book and read its cover aloud -
A door closed quietly, and I froze.
'What am I doing here - what if it's his father that walks down those steps and not... '
"The Tales of Murasaki," a gentle voice supplied. I relaxed somewhat, but was slow to turn. After I took a quiet breath, I faced my speaker.
I was greeted with unfamiliar hazel eyes, and extremely messy dark blonde hair, in all different shades. His hair was set in a messy spikey fashion - I love the wild look - but his smile was what made my heart drop down to my stomach.
I realize then he looks nothing like his father.
His smile was so sincere, and kind. His smile and his eyes showed absolutely no surprise at my presence but...
I can't remember ever seeing someone like him before. This complete stranger - I have no idea where he's from or who he is, but yet I feel as though we've peered into each other's eyes for as long as I can remember. He seemed to have exuded this calm, soothing heir.
"I came to say goodbye to you." My voice is like a a pebble in calm waters. It disturbs the silence with its harsh movement, cutting the surface. Again, he does not seemed surprised.
Instead, he does something surprising; opening his arms, he steps forward. Before, he was on the opposite side of the room, but in the next moment I am in his arms, gentle and strong.
I do not find myself pulling away, content to listen to the sound of his heart beating steady and fast. I wonder if my own heart has quickened as well.
"Why... " His voice is gentle as ever, although his words are somewhat hesitant. "... Why would you want... " The strength of his arms increase, and I push my face closer to his neck, breathing in his scent; clean, and fresh.
He pauses, as if he too was contemplating something on his mind. I wait patiently, suddenly hoping that a moment as sweet as this would never end. The feeling of his arms around me, with just the two of us...
"Would you have... " Again, he stops, this time pushing me away. His gaze sears through my soul, leaving me breathless. The intense blue in his eyes jumps out at me, catching me off guard.
"I... thought your eyes were hazel... " He blinks, and smiles warily. A soft chuckle escapes then, his eyes crinkling in merry wrinkles.
"Were we ever so close?" I search his expression and shake my head, forgetting anything I might have known for everything that was happening now. Why I could not remember such a person was beyond me, but I didn't care. Just as long as he kept holding me...
I didn't notice how his face neared mine, as I remembered walking under the rain, or the feel of his fingers treading through my hair. I nearly missed the moment when his lips kissed mine, slow and gentle. A wave of shear happiness rippled through me, and again I wished to remain this way with him, forever.
He had hoped to win me with his kiss, but he had already taken me with the beat of his heart and his simple smile.
... Okay then! This entry was actually inspired by a dream I had this morning... it as a pretty nice dream too, until I woke up to a dog pawing my arm -_- I think the guy in this dream (again, another nameless guy) was actually inspired by FFX's Tidus (hehe, an Asian with blonde hair!) The book mentioned in this shot,"The Tales of Murasaki" (Lisa Dolby), is an excellent piece of literature, weaving the tale (fictional and not) of the Lady Murasaki, who wrote "The Tales of Genji". Just saving my butt, all you copyright (and rightly so!) freaks out there ^_~
I'm not really a WAFFY writer (couldn't you tell? ;), but I thought I'd type this dream up too, not knowing where it was really going or how it was really going to end - it's horrible isn't it? Not that much thought was put into it, because I really didn't feel like being too creative -_- Not one of my better hands and writing, but I felt like posting it none the less. I'll probably re-vamp this one, just because it's not to my satisfactory standards =)
Neko