Post by demitri on Apr 8, 2009 19:23:13 GMT -5
Now that things had slowed down Marcus began to absorb what was happening
The ceilings were high and vaulted
Old chandeliers with cobwebs swishing and dangling from each dusty golden arch
Eternally young Nightmares
Beautiful to the human eye
Until of course
You got too close
He realized that here, fairy tale rules applied. Things were twisted and wonderful at the same time
Than again, such was humanity
Wasn’t it?
He looked at the King’s bright orange eyes, and was entrapped in them. A smoldering fire that seemed as if it burned and raged and consumed all that dared to cross it, or god forbid, release it.
Dark hair…ink, it reminded him of ink.
“Well…”
He paused, those eyes were interrogating…worse than a truth serum to be quite honest,
“There…isn’t exactly anything wrong with them,”
A chuckle,
“In fact, many…would find it an improvement…”
“But then---“
He added hastily,
“Human’s have always been selfish, I mean---“
He took a deep breath,
“I’ve never really been for the idea, you see, human beings work out a lot of their subconscious trauma and problems through their dreams and the process of sleeping…nightmares and dreams are very…necessary…and----“
He ran a hand through his scruffy professor hair,
“Well, in laymen’s terms…people have been taking drugs…in order to control their dreams while they sleep.”
He cast his eyes away, nervously…not quite being able to cope with this one…especially since he might be liable to get very angry at any moment…
The ceilings were high and vaulted
Old chandeliers with cobwebs swishing and dangling from each dusty golden arch
Eternally young Nightmares
Beautiful to the human eye
Until of course
You got too close
He realized that here, fairy tale rules applied. Things were twisted and wonderful at the same time
Than again, such was humanity
Wasn’t it?
He looked at the King’s bright orange eyes, and was entrapped in them. A smoldering fire that seemed as if it burned and raged and consumed all that dared to cross it, or god forbid, release it.
Dark hair…ink, it reminded him of ink.
“Well…”
He paused, those eyes were interrogating…worse than a truth serum to be quite honest,
“There…isn’t exactly anything wrong with them,”
A chuckle,
“In fact, many…would find it an improvement…”
“But then---“
He added hastily,
“Human’s have always been selfish, I mean---“
He took a deep breath,
“I’ve never really been for the idea, you see, human beings work out a lot of their subconscious trauma and problems through their dreams and the process of sleeping…nightmares and dreams are very…necessary…and----“
He ran a hand through his scruffy professor hair,
“Well, in laymen’s terms…people have been taking drugs…in order to control their dreams while they sleep.”
He cast his eyes away, nervously…not quite being able to cope with this one…especially since he might be liable to get very angry at any moment…
