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caughtinanetwork2013-02-05 04:10 pm
wavesofjade) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-02-05 04:10 pm
Dream -- Rising Sun
Noooooooooo!
[The voice isn't the Dolorosa's, but rather the plaintive complaint of a child. Inside a cavern, a fire burns merrily with a pot of something cooking suspended over it, and the point of focus moves to a small, grey-skinned youngster with large eyes, small horns and a mop of black, curly hair.
He's scowling, arms folded, and is.. completely naked.]
You're not making me put on pants! It's an infringement of my rights as a free troll!
[Briefly, the screen goes black as the Dolorosa closes her eyes and laughs, and when they open again the little troll is still standing there, still scowling, and still naked. It's only when she moves to step towards him that his eyes go wide and he shrieks, darting out of the way of her hands.
It's only moments before her longer strides catch him and she sweeps him up into her arms, and the shrieks and complaints turn into helpless giggles as she tickles her fingers against his ribs.]
You can be just as free with pants on, my little one. [The Dolorosa's voice is warm and kind, full of love and patience. The little troll wriggles in her arms until he's looking her in the face. She kisses his cheek and he makes a spluttery sound.]
I will. You watch. I'll be free and so will everyone else! .. Then I won't have to wear pants if I don't want to.
[She laughs again, and holds him close, and the screen flicks black again. The only sound is the soft crackling of the fire before it, too, dies away. The Dolorosa wakes up peacefully, as such a dream might imply.]
//ooc: Replies can be during the dream or after!//
[The voice isn't the Dolorosa's, but rather the plaintive complaint of a child. Inside a cavern, a fire burns merrily with a pot of something cooking suspended over it, and the point of focus moves to a small, grey-skinned youngster with large eyes, small horns and a mop of black, curly hair.
He's scowling, arms folded, and is.. completely naked.]
You're not making me put on pants! It's an infringement of my rights as a free troll!
[Briefly, the screen goes black as the Dolorosa closes her eyes and laughs, and when they open again the little troll is still standing there, still scowling, and still naked. It's only when she moves to step towards him that his eyes go wide and he shrieks, darting out of the way of her hands.
It's only moments before her longer strides catch him and she sweeps him up into her arms, and the shrieks and complaints turn into helpless giggles as she tickles her fingers against his ribs.]
You can be just as free with pants on, my little one. [The Dolorosa's voice is warm and kind, full of love and patience. The little troll wriggles in her arms until he's looking her in the face. She kisses his cheek and he makes a spluttery sound.]
I will. You watch. I'll be free and so will everyone else! .. Then I won't have to wear pants if I don't want to.
[She laughs again, and holds him close, and the screen flicks black again. The only sound is the soft crackling of the fire before it, too, dies away. The Dolorosa wakes up peacefully, as such a dream might imply.]
//ooc: Replies can be during the dream or after!//