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[August 5] [Chrono Trigger] A Little Dream
Title: A Little Dream
Day/Theme: August 5- lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Series: Chrono Trigger
Character/Pairing: Marle, Lucca
Rating: PG
She sleeps badly, the night they return to what the Epoch’s dial suggests is Antiquity (there was another label, but it’s been scratched out), before they set out to seek Melchior. Janus’s message haunts her, certainly, but she refuses to believe it’s really prophecy. They’re out here seeking answers for their future- they’re going to change things, not just follow along the path of what ‘powers’ say will happen.
(Marle’s never been much of a believer.)
She tosses and turns (and the bed isn’t exactly helping, but she’d never say), and eventually settles enough to sleep.
It’s not exactly what she’d call a peaceful setting. The brush is on fire, and on days like this- dry, no humidity- it could all go up with just one breeze going the wrong way.
“There’s something wrong,” Lucca says from behind her, and when Marle turns to look at her she’s got a frown on her face.
“You shouldn’t just be setting fire to whatever you see!” Marle tells her, hands on hips.
“It’s refusing to stay burnt,” Lucca tells her, and when she looks, the brush seems larger- almost as if it’s growing hands to reach out to them-
She jerks herself awake, breathing heavily, and turns over, without closing her eyes. She’s not sure she wants to dream again tonight.
Day/Theme: August 5- lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Series: Chrono Trigger
Character/Pairing: Marle, Lucca
Rating: PG
She sleeps badly, the night they return to what the Epoch’s dial suggests is Antiquity (there was another label, but it’s been scratched out), before they set out to seek Melchior. Janus’s message haunts her, certainly, but she refuses to believe it’s really prophecy. They’re out here seeking answers for their future- they’re going to change things, not just follow along the path of what ‘powers’ say will happen.
(Marle’s never been much of a believer.)
She tosses and turns (and the bed isn’t exactly helping, but she’d never say), and eventually settles enough to sleep.
It’s not exactly what she’d call a peaceful setting. The brush is on fire, and on days like this- dry, no humidity- it could all go up with just one breeze going the wrong way.
“There’s something wrong,” Lucca says from behind her, and when Marle turns to look at her she’s got a frown on her face.
“You shouldn’t just be setting fire to whatever you see!” Marle tells her, hands on hips.
“It’s refusing to stay burnt,” Lucca tells her, and when she looks, the brush seems larger- almost as if it’s growing hands to reach out to them-
She jerks herself awake, breathing heavily, and turns over, without closing her eyes. She’s not sure she wants to dream again tonight.