Thread: Dream Sharing ~{For Raeona and Forever}~

Captain, you should get some sleep. I'll handle the rest of this, before doing so myself. You've had little sleep the last few nights. And I bet that sweet dream of yours, is missing you. The young Sargent winked a single time, as he chuckled and gazed back down at the maps in front of him. The Sargent was rather young for one in his profession, and had done well in his line of work. And he'd followed, and only been over shaded, by one figure. Archibald Harding. Better known as 'The Hand, that Protects'. He had been given many names during his time as a soldier, and it had all been for a greater good. He'd always been the protector of his lands, against the wicked Mad King. Or at least, so he had thought. But he had been horribly wrong. It had all been a wicked play, set by the greatest moppet Master, his own dear king. He was the wicked one. He had caused the many attacks, on his own villages, to instill anger and wrath in his soldiers, believing it a strength. And in Archibald's case. It worked. He had become a hand of Righteous fury. And he was all at his kings bidding. Archibald took the Sargent's advice, and with a nod retired to his quarters. The heavy armor he carried, was neatly dropped against a wall. The armor was adorned with gold, and a sigil shaped as a eagerl, upon it's chest. He was the son, of a long heirtage of Mage slayers. But his house had been destroyed by the mad king, when he was very young, leaving him to grow up a common kid. He had been old enough, to understand the ruthless slaughter of his family, that he himself had witnessed, so it never stopped fueling his anger. He did, however, not mind to be of common youth. For he had always one retreat. His dreams. And so, he dropped down to his bed, with his hands behind his head, and a small smile across his lips. And as he opened his eyes again, now within the dream, he sighed lightly, and breathed the fresh air, gazing over the landscape, with a small smile. She had been within the dream alone, for a while, before he had arrived. She had gone to bed, earlier then him, so it was bound to happen. With one step, it was as if he hovered over the landscape, reaching the cliff, in little more then seconds, slowly moving up behind his dearest friend, and beloved. G'night, my dear. The dream seems.. Even more idolic and calm tonight.. Has it been a hard day? He questioned, chuckling lightly, as he walked up to her side, letting himself drop down by it. As he did, it was as if the gravity around them had shifted, and his body traveled slowly towards a sitting, his blond, shoulder length hair, waving behind him in the same slow manner. Then as he was seated, he placed an arm around her, placing his hand upon her shoulder, to gently pull her closer. He wore, as he usually did in their dreams, when they did not decide to play around, a simple white shirt, top three buttons unbuttoned, and a pair of black pants, with no shoes upon his feet. As it was custom in his family, he was a beautiful man. Slick and athletic features, that belied his strength. And emerald green eyes, far from a natural green, that proved his blood's ties to magic.