Dream's Reality

[Erlind]

I nod sagely.

"A good policy though I admit to enjoying a little violence now and again, in the right context."

I strip off a sopping wet shirt and lay it aside to dry. I could just wish myself dry, but somehow wishing myself dry seems too easy. I roll onto the lily pad and lay out looking up at the sky. The warmth of the sun feels good on my skin.

"So Dreamer, if you could wish for anything, what would it be?"

 

[BeautifulDream]

*lays back on her own lily as a blue whale jumps out of the sea and floats up into the sky* To stay here forever.... a place where there are no worries. Nothing to fear, no hatred. *holds her hand up as the whales drops quickly while over her, but shrinks down to palm size as it reaches her hand* You can have everything your heart desires. *frowns* Of course though, other people wouldn't be able to stay forever, only while they sleep. So it could get lonely without visitors.

 

[Erlind]

I smile, but I shake my head.

"A nice thing to dream of, but I could never live that way. When left without any kind of strife or trial or hardship at all, I find I become a rather boring person. I think if I could really wish for the world, I just wouldn't."

I watch the whale with fascination. She certainly doesn't waste the power of this place, the power of dreams.

"I wouldn't wish for the end of conflict in my life, but perhaps the certainty that I can endure it."

 

[BeautifulDream]

*rolls to the esge of the pad and places the whale in the water, watching as its swims away changing back to his normal size.* I feel I don't become a boring person because I am always using my imagination . As overly active as it is, its wonderful to be able to use it in ways that just are not possible in the real world. This world keeps you thinking 'what can I create next?' I enjoy creating things ...

*tilted her head to give him a playful smile* And besides, I'm a love not a fighter, I am content with no conflicts... I can fight, but while here I am happy with making things not destroying them.

 

[Erlind]

"That is good and please don't mistake my meaning. Peace is a wonderful and needed respite, but I don't do too well in it for a long time. I fall into a rut too easily I think."

I roll over onto my stomach enjoying the sun and the company more than anything else in this magical place. It feels odd, but the simple things feel the best to me right now. I lazily close my eyes, but with no intent to sleep.

"Besides, who says fighters can't be lovers?"

 

[ThomasShort]

*lounges on a cloud high above, scrawling in a note pad*
Belatedly *I call down* Hans the Hedgehog is one of my favourite Grimm tales...

 

[BeautifulDream]

*gives a shy smile* There is nothing wrong with being both, but do you ever find it difficult? I mean, wouldn't your need for conflict make it harder for one to love you back? I suppose I could understand if the conflicts makes the relationship strong, provided the challenge. But people would soon tire and no longer want conflict...

*looks up and waves to Thomas.* The story escapes me, I'll need to reread it!

 

[BeautifulDream]

Morpheus
God of Dreams, Son of Nyx; the primordial goddess of the Night, and Leader of the Oneiroi.

Daphne
Emergency Room Doctor

Phobetor
God of Fears and Nightmares, brother of Morpheus.

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[ThomasShort]

Suddenly has a huge urge to go see a emergency doctor

 

[BeautifulDream]

Yeah... she's a hot doctor!

 

[BeautifulDream]

Current story in the works...

Her background.

Nadine Amsel
(Formerly Nadine Nobel)
Age: 26

Nadine’s parents were both American, her father a Surgeon, her mother just a simple housewife. She had a great childhood… up until her parents died in a car crash when she was thirteen, then things went to hell. She became somewhat of a problem child, stealing, getting in fights in school, destroying private ad public property. Her actions caused her to move from foster home to foster home. She could never stay in one real place, not when she knew it wasn’t home.

Home was with her parents…. home was gone.

But regardless of her bad behavior, Nadine was a smart kid. She could ace any exam given to her, she could do mathematics on a graduate’s level… she could even hijack almost any car by the time she hit fifteen, which is what had her sitting in a court house for grand theft auto and evading a police officer. She would have been sentenced to a few years in a correctional center but for an unknown man interjecting. He offered to take her in, train her. What did he mean by train her? She had no idea what to expect when the judge dropped the gravel and agreed to release her into his care.

He ended up being Vinzent Amsel, a man who grew up in Germany but came to America in his late 20s. She didn’t learn much about him in the first few years, but he taught her an incredible amount of different things. Her life was turned upside down, she was taken out of school and forced into home school where she learned more than just reading, writing, and mathematics. She was woken at dawn to run miles, before settling into learning war strategies and radio tapping.

By her second year with him she was fully trained in a variety of mix material arts and assembling/disassembling almost any gun handed to her. She never understood why she was being taught these things, but she didn’t mind it. She found a new joy for weapons and hand-to-hand combat.

After her ‘high school’ graduation she joined the army at Vinzent‘s request. She completed boot camp easily, top of her class. Two tours later, her contract was complete and she was back home with Vinzent. That’s when she learned the truth about who he really was. He wasn’t a normal man as she suspected. No… he was much more.

Her story.

The music screeched to a halt as a soft voice came over the speaker system.

“Incoming call from an unknown number.” the female voice said as she stopped before striking the bag. She knew instantly who it was and why he was calling. And she knew she couldn’t ignore the call, even though she felt the urge too. Only one person had the phone number, her caretaker. He wasn’t one to be ignored.

She kicked the bag once more, letting out a hard breath as her leg made contact with the harsh sand filled bag, before stepping out of the ring toward the headset that sat on the table next to the phone. She placed it in her ear.

“Hallo, Vater” She said into the mouth piece, greeting him in his native tongue.

“Mein kind…” A deep voice said in response with a heavy German accent. “I have a new assignment for you.”

“I just got home, ” she stated annoyingly “surely there is someone else who can assist you.”

“Nicht, this assignment is being given to you…” Of course it was, she thought, rolling her eyes. “You are the only one I can rely on. You should receive the details soon. I’m counting on you, mein kind, do not fail me.”

She resisted the need to tell him to shove it. “Ja, Vater.” With a quiet click, the phone call ended.

"No need to say thank you…" she grumbled as she dropped the phone onto the table and switched to a different song before pushing the play button on her MP3 player. The music once again fill the room at a deafening volume.

Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata always helped her relax.

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Two days later, she stepped out of the black 2012 Mercedes-Benz SLK Roadster that Agency purchased for her. She really had no problem accepting it, she actually loved the car. She pulled her brief case out of the front seat before turning and tossing the keys to the Valet driver.

“You scratch her and I will kill you…” She said, pinning him with a glare that showed just how serious she was as she stalked into the large hotel.

Her hotel suite was located on the 16th floor. One of the most expensive rooms in the hotel and it had almost everything to keep you comfortable; a large living room with a plasma TV, plush couches, a king sized overly stuffed bed in the bedroom, a shower that could very well fit about ten people, and a large Jacuzzi tub with turbo jets.

But honestly, none of those things mattered to her. Only one thing did.

The room was right next to his…

Her target.

She wasted no time directing the bellboy to drop her suitcases in the front door, tipping him a twenty before slamming the door in his face. Once alone she picked up the phone and press for the operator.

“City and state please.” The operator's voice chimed.

“San Francisco, California.”

“And are you looking for a local or business?”

“Local… David Brewster. That’s B-R-E-W-S-T-E-R.” Of course that wasn’t who she would really reach.

“Please hold while I connect your call…” She heard a click as the operator switched her to the number. The line rang twice before a male’s voice filled the ear piece. “You’ve reached David Brewster, sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.”

She sat down and started unbuckling her heeled shoes as she heard the beep. “Hello David, it’s Ms. Garcia, I wanted to let you know I do like the house and will be planning to purchase it when I get back. You have my number if you need to reach me.” She let the phone drop back into the receiver as she tossed her shoes on the couch. Anyone listening would assume she’s looking into a new home, but really her message was saying she has check into the hotel and contact would soon be made.

She pulled her briefcase up to the table and put in the code to open it, picking up the neatly stacked papers. She had everything she needed to know in the stacks of paper. Who he was, where he's from, his favorite drinks. Every little detail about his life.

When he arrived, she would be ready.

 

[BeautifulDream]

Vengeance and the Gun for Hire

This idea was made into a thread that can be found here.

Wanted: Dead or Alive

Thank you M13 for co-writing with me

 

[BeautifulDream]

Vengeance and the Gun for Hire (part 2)

Read above ^^

 

[L8tnIt]

I'd ask to enter this wonderful menagerie of thoughts that erupt from dreams, but that would consist of having the ability to dream myself.
Alas... My infamous work-induced insomnia does not allow such a humble pleasure. When I can rest, I am more along the lines of comatose as opposed to asleep.
Declaring such, I do beg to be the GateKeeper and Sentry to your Realm, MiLady... If you will have me, that is.

Maybe by osmosis and proximity to this place of wonder may I regain the ability to dream...

 

[BeautifulDream]

Blue skies, a bright sun, white sand, and a crystal clear sea made up her home. Her dream world. Anything was possible here, with a blink of an eye she could make it rain if she wanted. The only down fall to her world? When another was present their wishes were what controlled the place, she had no say in the matter.

A large towel was laid out on the soft sand, with her resting lazily upon it. One arm at her side, one over her eyes, shielding them from the sun. She was sunbathing in only a black swimsuit, her hair, braided and damp from the sea's water. At first glance one would assume she was sleeping, but she wasn't.

No... she was waiting. Waiting to feel his arrival.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A wish, it turned out, was quite a powerful thing, and not always in one's control. How did you know what you wished for, until you were wishing it? It was a new thing, the ability to wish things into and out of existence, to control the surroundings with your mind, but something he knew he'd quickly grow accustomed to.

And this is what allowed the sudden shadow to be cast over her, his full height standing between her and the solar wind. His warm clothes were far too much for the weather, and so it was a simple matter of another wish that put him in jeans and a simple button down shirt, feet bare in the warm sand as he looked down at her.

"A world I control, hm?," he asked over the din of moving water behind them.

"Are you sure that's where you want to be?"

 

[BeautifulDream]

She could feel him the moment he arrive, even before his shadow blocked out her sun. A small smile played on the corner of her lips as she moved her arm to rest above her head. "It's exactly where I want to be. Why? Think I can't handle it?" she asked in a taunting tone as she propped herself up onto her elbows. "Besides, how else am I going to learn about you unless you have the control? Its your mind I'm curious about... what makes you tick..."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Well..."

He grinned, his eyes leaving her to glance around the otherwise empty beach for a moment before they returned to where she was stretched out before him.

"I guess this is the place to be if you want to find out about my mind. Though it is a little..."

His voice trailed off, head tilting to the side. The light streaming around him faded quickly, the temperature dropping some with it, though it still remained plenty warm, and then they were suddenly surrounded by a ring of torches, casting a dancing light across the sand.

"There we go. Now... you."

A brow arched as his eyes moved along her form, considering for a moment. With a nod to himself, he stepped forward, legs parting as he moved above her, knees bending to lower him down just above her own knees. From apparently thin air, he produced a pair of silver scissors that seemed to reflect any light that touched it, and it was the cool, flat of these that ran along the inside of her thigh.

"You, I think, are wearing far too much."

 

[BeautifulDream]

She surveyed her new surrounds then smiled. "Like it dark, do you?" She gave a small chuckle, watching as the flames casted shadows on his face. Her eyes widened momentarily as he lowered himself, his body now only inches away. The urge to reach out and touch him crept up on her. But she didn't, let him control it... let him control you. So her arms stayed beneath hersupporting her body.

Then she saw the shimmer. Light reflecting off of steel. Her face brighten with anticipation as the unknown object flickered, that's when she realized what it was. Scissors. Slowly her smile grew. "I would agree... far to much clothing." With that, she lowered herself down onto her back, raising her hands above her head giving him full access to her body.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The nice thing about pulling scissors out of the ether was that they were all but guaranteed to be sharp. Certainly enough to do the job he'd summoned them for.

His eyes were on her face as she laid back, his gaze like a breeze slipping down her body to the point where steel moved against her thigh. The scissors slid up, over the top of her thigh, and then they split, each blade revealing it's sharp edge. Half moved under the swimsuit, the other half over, and then they were meeting, fluid movements making quick work of the fabric.

Gradually, her body was revealed to him in this way, the scissors moving, slicing, separating the thin material where it was not meant to, and then moving upwards to continue, until the last snip at last revealed all.

 

[BeautifulDream]

Who would have guesed that the feeling of scissors softly grazing her skin while moving up her thighs could be so... well erotic. She couldn't help but let out a small moan as the traveled to her swim bottoms and started cutting.

Snip. Snip each cut revealing more skin, uncovering more of his body for his eyes. Snip. The last one and her bottoms were all but shredded away. She lifted her hips up slightly so the fabric could fall easily away. Now only in her top, she smiled up at him as she let out a small breath expel from her lungs."So far, I like how your mind works. But I'm feeling like there is a lot more to learn."

She gave a small chuckle as one hand moved to grasp the opening in his shirt, tugging lightly. "Now you're over dressed."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His eyes lifted, a silent grin as he hovered over her body. A glance dropped down to her fingers as she tugged on his shirt, his brow arching as he found her face again in the flickering light of the torches.

"Think so?"

The scissors were lain lengthwise across her body, the handle over one half of her ribcage, the pointed end over the other, and he moved above her, his knees on either side of her hips.

"Perhaps you can do something about that, then."

 

[BeautifulDream]

Do something's about it? She tugged at the shirt once more before moving to pick up the metal scissors. She eyed them a moment, then placed them on the towel beside her. They may need them again, who knows?

With a quick movement she had both hands on his shirt collar, one on each side of the opening, and pulled it appear with force. The threads that held the little buttons on snapped and broke allowing his shirt to fall open. Her upper body came up a little so she could push the shirt of his shoulders.

"Much better..." she said in a hush tone. She let her body fall back to the ground but her hands stayed, lingering on his shoulders. She gave a small smirk before letting her fingers move down his chest slowly, leaving thin white lines as her nails scrapped against his skin.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Brows arched as the scissors were lifted, his eyes following them as she set them on the towel. A slow grin spread on his lips, but he didn't move, watching silently as she reached up and opened his shirt with a forceful pull, sending buttons flying off into the sand.

His head tipped forward, eyes watching as she pulled her nails down his chest. His eyes lifted without head his moving, watching her for a moment before he moved. Knees on the towel, he moved up past her hips so he was straddling her stomach, and then he leaned over her.

The crook between thumb and forefinger found her throat, his fingers curling in a firm grip, holding her down under him. His lips moved near her ear, and in a low voice he asked, "Who said you could touch my scissors?"

 

[BeautifulDream]

A small gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hand curl around her throat, squeezing in a firm yet none harmful manner. She felt her heart race pick up. This is what she wanted to learn about him.

Her back arched slightly, pressing her stomach tighter into his thighs. She wanted to moan at the weight of him, at the anticipation of what would come.

"I didn't know you wanted to keep them there..." she said softly, her eyes meeting his before moving down to his arms. The arms connected to hands on her neck.