Monthly Archives: August 2013
Summer’s last statement got an eyebrow raise from the actor. What could she possibly tell him now that he needed to know? Robert tilted his head a bit in response. “And what could that possibly be? I thought we were done with the secrets? I mean, sure, the excitement of learning something new is great but… I dunno. Just thought we were done for now.”
“It’s not … my secret to keep, this one. Not just mine. Your movies … they’re a little more real than you know. You know that I can know what you’re feeling, but I don’t just … it’s …” She stumbled, hesitated. “There are places where what I can do is useful. Easing panic. Conveying calm. Noticing trouble. Sometimes I have to go quickly.”
“… Okay.” Honestly, Robert wasn’t sure what else to really say. He knew where she was going with it, but was it worth keeping it secret, even if she shouldn’t? Not like it wasn’t all that surprising that a thing such as heroes existed in real life. “I know what you’re talking about, and honestly, that doesn’t bother me.”
That was easier than she’d expected. Summer sighed in relief. “You’re amazing, you know that?” She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I have to arrange a few things, and then I’ll go anywhere you want me.”
At hearing there were two more, Robert’s interest seemed to pique a bit. Hey, he did love cats. He watched as Summer lured them all out—or well most of them—and was impressed at the variety of breeds and colors. “So just four then? See, if this were me, I’d have more than four. But I try to keep a good limit. Though the temptation is unbelievable.” Robert continued to watch Summer, wanting to interact with the cats himself, but seeming to keep his distance, more to give the cats the chance to get used to him first before he even tried to pet them, at the very least.
“This is a limited space,” she pointed out. “A two bedroom apartment is already an extravagance for New York City without overcrowding what are essentially solitary animals.” Another few treats scattered about brought all the cats to her feet, and she pushed Helios back a little, then bodily picked him up just before he stole a treat right from under the tabby’s nose.
“Now Helios, you had your share, you fat greedy furball. Come say hi to Robert.” She half-held the limp heap of fur out to the actor. Helios fixed his blue eyes on Robert’s dark ones and stuck out a paw, just as Phoebe came up from behind and began to inspect his shoes.
Summer laughed. “You must be made of catnip. Here.” Without waiting for an answer, she unloaded Helios into his arms. “I’m going to go wash these scrapes. I’ll be right back.” She disappeared through a doorway half down the hall.
“I own two cats, so I wouldn’t deny that I might smell like catnip. Or other cats. That usually attracts attention.” Even with the action so sudden, Robert got a firm hold on Helios, his attention focused solely on the cat, before turning to the other at his feet for a moment. Unwilling to move, Robert stood there, using a hand to pet Helios as it was kind of hard for him to help himself. “I see why you’re a greedy furball. You seem bigger than the others.” Making sure Phoebe wasn’t in his walking path, Robert eventually made his way to the living area, Helios still in hand. “You know, I might just steal you away for a day or two.”
Helios snuggled up against Robert’s chest, blue eyes blinking sleepily and starting to purr. Phoebe circled around, waiting until Robert sat down before she leaped up next to him, peering inquisitively for a place to sit. The other two quartered the floor for more treats, ears pricking up alertly when Summer emerged from the bathroom.
“I see you’ve been has’d. Kitty has laid claim to you,” she commented, smiling. “He’s going to leave fur on your nice clothes.”
It’s one of those gorgeous lucid dreams — the kind where a part of her is awake, struggling to hold on to what she sees. She’s dreaming of a wood: unfamiliar, old growth, wide spaces beneath the tall trees. And there is Loki, on the edge of the glade.
She doesn’t know which Loki; she knows so many, now. He changes, in that way that dreams do; now heartbreakingly young, now subtly marked with the weight of millennia. Always tall, so tall. Long hair, short hair; armoured, casual.
She cannot see his face. If she could see it, she might know — is she here for love, or hate? To die, or live?
In a dream, it could easily be both. Or neither.
She calls his name.
He pulls himself out of the chasm of unconsciousness, but not enough to wake up. Still dreaming? He cannot be sure. The energy of his magic sometimes carried him among reality while he dreamed. Visions, omens…connections.
Pin straight shadows lean like scars across the forest floor, then shooting skyward in the form of tall thin trees. He stands still, afraid to move, to disrupt this journey, until a glimmer of fire-gold flickers just out of sight, behind him. He is suddenly filled with a terrible, beautiful ache. That shade of red, orange, sunset, what could he call it? It was unique in the nine realms. It burned within him. It kindled familiarity and hope and fear.
“You ought to know better than to try and sneak up on a man in his own dream, Summer.”
“I thought it was my dream.” She takes a step closer, and another. Her footsteps seem to make no sound here. “I don’t sneak, either. That’s your province.” It’s hard to make out where the light comes from, too, though there are long beams slanting across the forest floor, glittering with dust motes.
Another step. “What is this place?”
at this point deleting my blog would be like deleting part of me
except nobody would notice if I was gone
Things I need:
- Iron Man 3 Collector’s BluRay+DVD pack
- Star Trek Into Darkness Collector’s BluRay+DVD pack
Things I don’t have:
- Iron Man 3 Collector’s BluRay+DVD pack
- Star Trek Into Darkness Collector’s BluRay+DVD pack