http://muffinsplz.livejournal.com/ (
muffinsplz.livejournal.com) wrote in
paixaorpg2007-02-16 11:20 pm
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
There's probably a good reason I feel I've missed something 'end-of-the-world-ish' [complete]
Character(s): Danny, Misha, and Valerie.
Content: Danny wakes up from a seemingly peaceful sleep.
Setting: Haja o Que Houver, Vanaheim [F4]
Time: Morning, after the dreamscape incident with Dan, Misha, and Valerie.
Warnings: None just yet.
Well, that was a pleasent surprise.
For the first time in a long time, Danny had a nice peaceful, uninterrupted sleep and it wasn't aided by a certain pink haired Angel. He opened his eyes, carefully letting the light spill in. After sitting up he stretched and looked around his surroundings. He was in that hotel room, the one they had gotten the day before. Hopefully their plan had worked and Dan was at a loss as to their location.
Placing to socked feet on the ground he scratched his head and realized something was different.
Where was that irritating sound of pouring rain?
And there was sun?
Guess the rain finally cleared up. He walked over to the window to look. He instently regretting putting his hands up to the pane as they felt like they were atleast hot enough to cook an egg on. What in the world?
What was WITH this place?
Turning back around, Danny finally caught a glimpse at something that was awkwardly out of place.
Was that Misha's bunny-hairribbon-thing? When did that get there? Maybe Misha had put it there last night, it sounded like something she would do.
Coming a little closer to it, he noticed that it appeared to be alive???
Content: Danny wakes up from a seemingly peaceful sleep.
Setting: Haja o Que Houver, Vanaheim [F4]
Time: Morning, after the dreamscape incident with Dan, Misha, and Valerie.
Warnings: None just yet.
Well, that was a pleasent surprise.
For the first time in a long time, Danny had a nice peaceful, uninterrupted sleep and it wasn't aided by a certain pink haired Angel. He opened his eyes, carefully letting the light spill in. After sitting up he stretched and looked around his surroundings. He was in that hotel room, the one they had gotten the day before. Hopefully their plan had worked and Dan was at a loss as to their location.
Placing to socked feet on the ground he scratched his head and realized something was different.
Where was that irritating sound of pouring rain?
And there was sun?
Guess the rain finally cleared up. He walked over to the window to look. He instently regretting putting his hands up to the pane as they felt like they were atleast hot enough to cook an egg on. What in the world?
What was WITH this place?
Turning back around, Danny finally caught a glimpse at something that was awkwardly out of place.
Was that Misha's bunny-hairribbon-thing? When did that get there? Maybe Misha had put it there last night, it sounded like something she would do.
Coming a little closer to it, he noticed that it appeared to be alive???
no subject
Danny had to remember that this Valerie was a little different than the one he remembered.
She was older, they were a year apart.
Only it felt like a lifetime.
A few days had only passed for Danny in Paixao, but for Val it was a year and some odd days.
How could he honestly contemplate the things that had gone on while he was gone? He decided it was probably a good idea not to, not while he still felt like this whole thing was just some dream. It was getting pretty damn surreal.
He snapped out of his thoughts when Valeries gaze settled on him and she got this...undescribable look. He gave her a quizzical look of his own but she quickly turned her attention to her journal.
What was she so concerned about? She was leaving?
She was always doing that to him. Why?
Well all he could do was nod to her and watch her take off to take care of what it was she needed to tend to. He turned back to Misha and said with a smile.
"Guess it's just us this morning."