03-09-2025, 03:27 PM
She plagued his dreams.
Plagued was the wrong word — he missed her like he missed a limb, and her visiting in his dreams was a gift, just as much as it was torture. Waking here had been infuriating. Not in the act itself but because she hadn't been taken with him, and Kingsley wasn't even sure if they existed in the same world now. It did little to change his determination to all but ravage the earth until he either died or found her, though.
He had slumped for a quick nap, unable to convince himself to do a full slumber — he was tired, so tired, but he couldn't try to find her if he slept the day away — and when he woke, Kingsley wasn't sure if he was dead this time. Before him on a lake, a boat drifted by, but it was not made of wooden man-made structures, but leaves. Giant, thick, and seemingly more than one.
The thing that kept him rooted there was the fact he thought he could smell her. Lurching to stand, the wolfdog frowned as he watched the leaf-boats, and he wondered if this was death, what kind of afterlife was this? He thought he might have, in death, had his Heaven being the Farm again. Yet instead, Willa invaded his senses and leaf boats drifted by and Kingsley's eyes twitched at the absurdity of it all.
Plagued was the wrong word — he missed her like he missed a limb, and her visiting in his dreams was a gift, just as much as it was torture. Waking here had been infuriating. Not in the act itself but because she hadn't been taken with him, and Kingsley wasn't even sure if they existed in the same world now. It did little to change his determination to all but ravage the earth until he either died or found her, though.
He had slumped for a quick nap, unable to convince himself to do a full slumber — he was tired, so tired, but he couldn't try to find her if he slept the day away — and when he woke, Kingsley wasn't sure if he was dead this time. Before him on a lake, a boat drifted by, but it was not made of wooden man-made structures, but leaves. Giant, thick, and seemingly more than one.
The thing that kept him rooted there was the fact he thought he could smell her. Lurching to stand, the wolfdog frowned as he watched the leaf-boats, and he wondered if this was death, what kind of afterlife was this? He thought he might have, in death, had his Heaven being the Farm again. Yet instead, Willa invaded his senses and leaf boats drifted by and Kingsley's eyes twitched at the absurdity of it all.
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