(OOC: Sorry for being so slow. I've been under the weather. The man eating carrots are definitely an obvious dream element. *g*)
Adam tossed restlessly in his sleep. It wasn't that he couldn't fall asleep. That would've been more peaceful. It was the dreams he was having. Adam road on a pale horse as if he was born to ride. He chased down men, women and children with equal joy listening to their screams of fear and pain. The feeling of dark joy sang in him and appalled him all at once. As the feeling of horror grew in Adam the horse beneath him seemed to feel it and reared. He clung to it glancing around wishing to escape. His eyes caught sight of a woman who had no place under the desert's hot sun. Her skin was the white of a true albino. Before Adam could wonder at the sight he was suddenly tossed from his horse, falling and falling to where?
The question had an answer when he landed with a thump in a library chair. Adam looked about. While the joy he'd felt in the desert had been dark and fierce the one that filled him slowly as he drew books from their shelves and built a pile of tomes near the chair was so light it made his steps light. Once Adam felt he had all he needed to research... something... he sat down to begin taking notes from the pile of tomes. Somehow he'd taken no notice of how the books all seemed to have eyes before they began to watch someone other than him. The albino, they watched her as she walked closer to Adam. He spoke before he looked directly at her, the corner of his mouth quirking up a little. If she responded he didn't hear it.
The roar of the bonfire and the screams of the burning books drowned out any words. Some of the passion Adam had felt riding down all before him stirred in him, but this time it had a focus. Before it had been an unfocused hungry thing. Now it wanted those who would burn the books. First his eyes found the flags with their swastikas, but then they saw the Nazi soldiers. In that moment it occurred to him he should have his sword in his hands. Between his glancing down to his sword and up again the bonfire of books had become a pair of large smoke belching stacks. Adam raised his sword defensively, recognizing the smell of cooked meat from the stacks. Movement to his side drew his attention. Adam found the albion standing there.
This time when she spoke he heard her. Somehow her mention of a demon bound to a stone and man eating carrots meant little to Adam. What mattered was that she needed to get into the death camp. He wanted to get into it and tear it down. Adam nodded to her, "We have to get in there. The question is how are we going to get in there and stop the man eating carrots?"
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Date: 2007-05-18 04:57 am (UTC)Adam tossed restlessly in his sleep. It wasn't that he couldn't fall asleep. That would've been more peaceful. It was the dreams he was having. Adam road on a pale horse as if he was born to ride. He chased down men, women and children with equal joy listening to their screams of fear and pain. The feeling of dark joy sang in him and appalled him all at once. As the feeling of horror grew in Adam the horse beneath him seemed to feel it and reared. He clung to it glancing around wishing to escape. His eyes caught sight of a woman who had no place under the desert's hot sun. Her skin was the white of a true albino. Before Adam could wonder at the sight he was suddenly tossed from his horse, falling and falling to where?
The question had an answer when he landed with a thump in a library chair. Adam looked about. While the joy he'd felt in the desert had been dark and fierce the one that filled him slowly as he drew books from their shelves and built a pile of tomes near the chair was so light it made his steps light. Once Adam felt he had all he needed to research... something... he sat down to begin taking notes from the pile of tomes. Somehow he'd taken no notice of how the books all seemed to have eyes before they began to watch someone other than him. The albino, they watched her as she walked closer to Adam. He spoke before he looked directly at her, the corner of his mouth quirking up a little. If she responded he didn't hear it.
The roar of the bonfire and the screams of the burning books drowned out any words. Some of the passion Adam had felt riding down all before him stirred in him, but this time it had a focus. Before it had been an unfocused hungry thing. Now it wanted those who would burn the books. First his eyes found the flags with their swastikas, but then they saw the Nazi soldiers. In that moment it occurred to him he should have his sword in his hands. Between his glancing down to his sword and up again the bonfire of books had become a pair of large smoke belching stacks. Adam raised his sword defensively, recognizing the smell of cooked meat from the stacks. Movement to his side drew his attention. Adam found the albion standing there.
This time when she spoke he heard her. Somehow her mention of a demon bound to a stone and man eating carrots meant little to Adam. What mattered was that she needed to get into the death camp. He wanted to get into it and tear it down. Adam nodded to her, "We have to get in there. The question is how are we going to get in there and stop the man eating carrots?"