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Dartanian and Amelia: take 2

Here's another dream sequence for the pair, told in their journaling words as they recount those early memories. Some are sweeter than others, however, theirs is more horrific than most. Best be prepared for that, especially come next weeks post. Mwuahahah, how I love keeping y'all in suspense. Enjoy!

Cheers!

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Dartanian


The first time I saw her face, was also the first time I learned her name. It was a private tea room that smelled like Hibiscus. The room was very ornate, very old school. Before I even saw her, that soft, silky voice floated through the paper screen: “Amelia is here to serve you. May I enter?”

A sense of unease had come over me at how or rather what kind of a state I’d find her in. I managed to work out a ‘yes’ and my heart soared like a freaking bird when I finally looked at her. Her head was downcast; she didn’t even look at me as she began pouring the tea and getting the other things ready. Thinking on it now, I don’t believe she realized she was in a dream with me. She was so hesitant and distant, until I reached out and intertwined our fingers.


“Mine.” I still can’t believe I faltered on that word. There was such question in it, like I was uncertain when I knew it was her. At least it still had that air of possessiveness. I was hoping she’d figure it out, and by the slight catch in her breath, it seemed like she was coming around. I wanted her to look up so I gently squeezed her hand, awaiting her answer. The agony of that wait was so worth it. When she finally raised her head, those bright blue eyes bore into mine and I had the cheesiest grin on my face. It faded away though as I saw too much relief flowing through her face.


“Yes.” She’d whispered to me. Her voice was a drug and it drew me back into a hazy state and I almost forgot why I was getting such an uneasy feeling. The moment broke too soon because she whipped her head around and vanished. I awoke to a stinging sensation on my cheek and three painful lashes on my back, well, the feeling of them.


My composure was out the door. Apparently, she was near enough that I could feel what was happening to her. What composure I still managed to muster thinned as I realized what type of town I was in. The shadiest town around filled with nothing but boozy places and brothels.

I’m not the religious person, but in that moment – as my sanity hung by a thread- I prayed to whatever Gods were out there that I was wrong.



Amelia


The first time I saw him, I thought I was having a night terror. Before my dreams of him began, I’d have these dreams a lot. Thinking about it now, something niggled at the back of my mind telling me to not be afraid this time.


I went in like I normally do for these clients, keeping my head down as per our custom, and began to pour the tea. When I felt that hand on mine, I was nervous. That same small niggling told me it was okay. My fear was starting to ebb away as he interlaced our fingers. Those fears vanished completely when he whispered, “mine.”


I lifted my head slowly, still convinced it was somehow a trick, when I saw the most beautiful man with eyes like a violet silken robe. Very unnatural but so beautiful. His smile was wide, but it dimmed before lighting again, like he was uncertain of something. I felt such relief at seeing him wholly for the first time and I put on the biggest smile I ever remember having. I went to move closer, but I heard a THWACK. Whipping my head around proved to only disorient me more as I was fully awakened to another slap in the face.


The blood was metallic as it dribbled down from my cut. My cheek stung. I held back the tears. That would only make it worse. I allowed myself to cry only after my robe had been torn off and I was forced onto my knees to endure a lashing. Those three lashes would definitely scar. I think I cried more from thinking that my dream man wouldn’t want me anymore.


Still, as I continued to sob bare-chested against the floor, I wished this dream man would find me, love me, and just take me away from here.

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