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mundensThe small amount of absinthe (Absente, only 55%, but quite strong aniseed, reminded me more of Ouzo) I had last night was nowhere near enough to get me more than slightly warm for a part of the night, I think much greater quantities might be required for a real bender. Though mindful of the drive home, I avoided drinking all that I had brought with me, which was little enough.
But even that little was enough to gain me a visit from the green fairy. For some time now I haven't been remembering dreams, maybe because I am now sleeping right through without being awakened by others during the night, but whatever the cause this morning I remembered snatches of dream.
The Green Fairy
The relevant snatch I can remember was a beautiful woman in a gauzy dress, who bore a remarkable resemblance to the lady who plays Gabriel in Constantine and the White Witch n Narnia, only perhaps a touch softer and with better hair than either of those incarnations sitting on my knee.
The only thing I can remember about how she got there was that she had come to the place where we were with another woman of my acquaintance, and everyone thought she was that lady's latest thing. But there she was sitting on my knee, her long bare legs crossed. She sat there like a super model, perfectly posed every time you looked at her, and why she was sitting on my knee I had no idea. As one might expect she became my whole field of vision, I remember nothing from the background.
We talked. I have no idea about what.
Somehow I finally got up the courage to place my hand on her thigh which had been close to it for a while. She smiled and our eyes locked. I could see her face, but I was feeling her thigh. I remember marvelling at how her thigh was so smooth and yet at the same time her musculature was sharply defined. My last memory of that thigh was thinking how deep the dimple between thigh and buttock was, and tracing it's outline.
At the same time I was looking at her face.
As I looked, it became obvious what it was about her that really made her look so ethereal. At first glance she was a blonde with odd eyes. Looking closely one could see that while she was blonde, her hair had a greenish tinge, as did her almost invisible eyebrows. She was wearing light green eye shadow and her eyelashes where a deep black green like Spike's hair in shadow. But it was her eyes....
They were a humanly impossibly bright green, a glowing, Matrix CRT green. Her pupils were, rather than being darker, an even brighter green. It was like staring into a green sun, the edges of her irises flared like solar prominences, and they were forever roiling like the clouds of a methane gas giant.
I fell into those eyes....
Running with Wolves
And found myself running..
We had to get to a small stile across a fence at the end of a long, deep, snow covered, mountain valley. Visually there was nothing special about the fence or the stile, but like the break in the wall that was the gateway to faerie in Gaiman's Stardust, if we reached that stile, those pursuing us could no longer follow.
But we had been running for an age and the lady I was with could not run any more, and while we could see others were reaching the stile, it was still at least a kilometre distant though the snow..
I was trying to encourage her to keep going, to not rest, but she was exhausted and in pain, perhaps not even consciously aware of where she was and that there was urgency, in that drifting zone of consciousness that one enters just before dying in the snow.
I tried carrying her, but I was almost as far gone as she, and I fell, crawling along on one hand with the other holding her across my back.
I looked back and could see wolves. Three large dark-coloured wolves, that were so obviously not just normal wolves, no normal wolf could be that dark and that huge. The sight of these creatures terrified me, these must be the out-riders of our pursuers, and gave me enough of an adrenalin kick to rise again. I took the head of the barely conscious lady in my hands, and forced her to look at the on rushing wolves.
"See them? We must run now!" I said redundantly, and finally I saw her eyes widen in shock, she was back with me, she was going to run. And so we ran together across the snow pursued by those wolves.
Breathing, legs pounding, steam in the face, hurting muscles, glimpses of the on-rushing fangs, we ran and our world was running and snow flurries and pain..
But it was no use, the wolves surrounded us. Strangely, they did not attack, they ran with us, when I faltered and slowed, one of them would bite me in the rump, to spur me on, I'm sure they did the same for my companion as well. Were they playing with us, pushing us on only to take us down within metres of the stile, and then laugh?.
My puzzlement must have showed in my face, for the largest of the wolves running next to me, his eyes level with mine, mindspoke me. "What did you expect? We're running too."
I made as if to turn to see what was really pursuing us, and he nipped my flank: "No don't look back. They can make you despair if you look back, and then they'll have you."
I gasped back, "Why..." (pound breath, rasping breath) "are you with us?"
He laughed, and I saw something like Tsume (see below) running next to me, not a wolf.
"Look at your paws" was all he said, and all he needed to say.
The pack ran together for the stile through the snow, and though I felt the terror behind us, I also felt elation that I had finally found myself and those I would run with, even if it was only for those last few moments. I looked at my companion, and she, though still exhausted and running, yipped as her eyes sparkled in the same joy of discovery.
Though we were close to potential death, we were finally free, and it no longer mattered whether we lived or died, for we had that moment, and we didn't need anything more.And in that moment, the stile, which had seemed impossibly far away, zoomed toward us like a fast forward camera pan in an Angel episode, and we leapt in unison and slow motion across the style, five wolves together...
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But even that little was enough to gain me a visit from the green fairy. For some time now I haven't been remembering dreams, maybe because I am now sleeping right through without being awakened by others during the night, but whatever the cause this morning I remembered snatches of dream.
The Green Fairy
The relevant snatch I can remember was a beautiful woman in a gauzy dress, who bore a remarkable resemblance to the lady who plays Gabriel in Constantine and the White Witch n Narnia, only perhaps a touch softer and with better hair than either of those incarnations sitting on my knee.
The only thing I can remember about how she got there was that she had come to the place where we were with another woman of my acquaintance, and everyone thought she was that lady's latest thing. But there she was sitting on my knee, her long bare legs crossed. She sat there like a super model, perfectly posed every time you looked at her, and why she was sitting on my knee I had no idea. As one might expect she became my whole field of vision, I remember nothing from the background.
We talked. I have no idea about what.
Somehow I finally got up the courage to place my hand on her thigh which had been close to it for a while. She smiled and our eyes locked. I could see her face, but I was feeling her thigh. I remember marvelling at how her thigh was so smooth and yet at the same time her musculature was sharply defined. My last memory of that thigh was thinking how deep the dimple between thigh and buttock was, and tracing it's outline.
At the same time I was looking at her face.
As I looked, it became obvious what it was about her that really made her look so ethereal. At first glance she was a blonde with odd eyes. Looking closely one could see that while she was blonde, her hair had a greenish tinge, as did her almost invisible eyebrows. She was wearing light green eye shadow and her eyelashes where a deep black green like Spike's hair in shadow. But it was her eyes....
They were a humanly impossibly bright green, a glowing, Matrix CRT green. Her pupils were, rather than being darker, an even brighter green. It was like staring into a green sun, the edges of her irises flared like solar prominences, and they were forever roiling like the clouds of a methane gas giant.
I fell into those eyes....
Running with Wolves
And found myself running..
We had to get to a small stile across a fence at the end of a long, deep, snow covered, mountain valley. Visually there was nothing special about the fence or the stile, but like the break in the wall that was the gateway to faerie in Gaiman's Stardust, if we reached that stile, those pursuing us could no longer follow.
But we had been running for an age and the lady I was with could not run any more, and while we could see others were reaching the stile, it was still at least a kilometre distant though the snow..
I was trying to encourage her to keep going, to not rest, but she was exhausted and in pain, perhaps not even consciously aware of where she was and that there was urgency, in that drifting zone of consciousness that one enters just before dying in the snow.
I tried carrying her, but I was almost as far gone as she, and I fell, crawling along on one hand with the other holding her across my back.
I looked back and could see wolves. Three large dark-coloured wolves, that were so obviously not just normal wolves, no normal wolf could be that dark and that huge. The sight of these creatures terrified me, these must be the out-riders of our pursuers, and gave me enough of an adrenalin kick to rise again. I took the head of the barely conscious lady in my hands, and forced her to look at the on rushing wolves.
"See them? We must run now!" I said redundantly, and finally I saw her eyes widen in shock, she was back with me, she was going to run. And so we ran together across the snow pursued by those wolves.
Breathing, legs pounding, steam in the face, hurting muscles, glimpses of the on-rushing fangs, we ran and our world was running and snow flurries and pain..
But it was no use, the wolves surrounded us. Strangely, they did not attack, they ran with us, when I faltered and slowed, one of them would bite me in the rump, to spur me on, I'm sure they did the same for my companion as well. Were they playing with us, pushing us on only to take us down within metres of the stile, and then laugh?.
My puzzlement must have showed in my face, for the largest of the wolves running next to me, his eyes level with mine, mindspoke me. "What did you expect? We're running too."
I made as if to turn to see what was really pursuing us, and he nipped my flank: "No don't look back. They can make you despair if you look back, and then they'll have you."
I gasped back, "Why..." (pound breath, rasping breath) "are you with us?"
He laughed, and I saw something like Tsume (see below) running next to me, not a wolf.
"Look at your paws" was all he said, and all he needed to say.
The pack ran together for the stile through the snow, and though I felt the terror behind us, I also felt elation that I had finally found myself and those I would run with, even if it was only for those last few moments. I looked at my companion, and she, though still exhausted and running, yipped as her eyes sparkled in the same joy of discovery.
Though we were close to potential death, we were finally free, and it no longer mattered whether we lived or died, for we had that moment, and we didn't need anything more.And in that moment, the stile, which had seemed impossibly far away, zoomed toward us like a fast forward camera pan in an Angel episode, and we leapt in unison and slow motion across the style, five wolves together...
Which Wolf's Rain Character are you?
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Date: 2005-10-30 01:43 am (UTC)*howls gleefully!*
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Date: 2005-10-30 03:59 am (UTC)Which Wolf's Rain Character are you? (http://quizilla.com/users/chichan/quizzes/Which%20Wolf's%20Rain%20Character%20are%20you%3F/)
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