Thread: Man Of My Dreams (SketchyEquine x Traveler)

Emma stood there quietly and just stared forward at the man. Just like him, she had never seen another soul here before. She had spent the last two years in sheer solitude, yet here he was. It was like a miracle, but the woman was far from believing in miracles anymore. If miracles existed, she would be either dead or awake by now. Instead, she was here. He was here. They were both here, and somehow they were here together. Why now? Why after all this time was she now being blessed with the company of another man? Hello? She repeated, and her voice cracked in the middle of the simple two syllable word. Slowly, the woman took a step forward and her eyes searched his. She wanted to be sure that he was real, and that she wasn't just imagining him. She laughed quietly to herself over the fleeting thought. Of course she was imagining him. This was, in fact, all in her head. Every thing here she was imagining, and she knew that as well as anyone. This was basically a dream, but instead of falling victim, she was able to make decisions and change scenarios. She could chose where she was and what she wore. The only thing she couldn't seem to do was conjure up other living things, wake up, or kill herself. It seemed as if the former had changed now, though. The slender woman took a step towards the man. Then another. Another. Her long legs were gradually closing the gap between herself and the mysterious man. He was young, couldn't have been much older than her. Emmaline's cerulean eyes skimmed up and down along the figure of the male. If he was in her imagination, he surely wouldn't get offended by her careful observation, right? Once her eyes met his again, she furrowed her brows. He looked so real, and his slight imperfections made seeing him all the more intriguing. Everything in this world was perfect. It was all symmetrical and beautiful. The man in front of her looked like the type of man she would have run into when she was still awake and going to school. Hesitantly, Emma took yet another step forward towards the man and reached out. Her fingers trailed over the fabric of his shirt only briefly before she pulled her hand away as though she had touched a hot iron. What the fuck? She thought to herself and tilted her head up to look at the face of the man in front of her. Seeing as her hand didn't sink right through him, he had to have been more than a hallucination. You're really here. She spoke. The woman's voice was raspy. The young woman was obviously facing some sort of shock or denial. How on earth could he be here? In the flesh? He looked as confused as she was at her approach, so he had obviously never seen her here either. What had made this the moment that they were to meet? The stars must have aligned just perfectly to allow this, and Emma's mind was reeling over the coincidence. Or was it fate? Previous to being here, Emma had always believed that she built her own future. Everything she wanted she had to work for. However, as she laid there that night, she suddenly realized that it had to of been fate. She had done nothing that would have earned her such a torturous sentence to carry out in solitude. And then she though to herself that was the first time she had seen a man in a very long while-since the fell asleep in the ER surrounded by crisis doctors. They were the faces of frantic men trying to stop her bleeding and save her life. They were handsome, and that was the last time a man had looked down on her. Until now. Her body was much smaller than his, and she had to look up to see his eyes at this close of a proximity. And then, she thought to her face, what if she would never see a man again after this one. What if she never woke up to see her father or friends. Hell, if Jacob was even still caring to visit her, would she ever see her boyfriend again? If this was the last one, she wanted to take full advantage of the situation. Suddenly Emma reached up and grabbed hold of the mans cheek in her warm hands. God. He felt warm too. He felt real. She rose up onto her tip toes and pulled his face down to hers where she pressed her lips firmly against his. She hadn't kissed a man in two years, and she may never get to do so again, she she kissed him with all that she had. Her puckered oris pressed hungrily to his for a few moments before she released his face and lowered back down onto her heels. She ten looked right back up at him, half expecting him to disappear now that she had satisfied her urge to kiss someone just once more. Awkward moments slinked by as she just stared at him before a blush crept over the apples of the young woman's cheeks. Oh Fuck... She muttered before taking a step back. Im so sorry... I.... I thought you were going to disappear in the blink of an eye. She stammered and buried her face in her hands. Emma couldn't fathom why she felt so embarrassed. For fucks sake, this was all going on in her head. He couldn't possibly be upset with her, right? But there was something itching at the back of the woman's head tat told her it was appropriate to feel embarrassed. A little voice kept telling her that he was real, but that didn't make any sense. How on earth could he be real if he existed here? Then dread swept over the woman before she spoke once more. You aren't some kind of grim reaper or something, are you? She asked innocently.