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What Dreamer's Do
Ok... first post here!!
Title What Dreamer's Do.
Author JacquiSpack
Pairing DW/EW
Rating PG
Warnings: This story involes M/M RPS relationships. If this offends you, then I suggest you ignore this and move along. SHMOOP ALERT!
Archive: Any. Just don't make any money selling my work, or I'll hunt you down and do nasty things to you. *wink wink*, *nudge nudge*
Feedback: … is better than chocolate.
Disclaimers: I don't have any associations with any people represented in this fluffy fictional universe. They certainly don't live in the fictional situations presented here, nor, sadly, do I.
Summary: David and Elijah explore their dreams.
A/N I have been affected by Kurt Vonnegut and Isobelle Carmody. I am their spaced out hippy lovechild. I'm not on drugs, no matter how much it sounds like it. This fic started life as a collection of "drabbles" that just seemed to piece together.
He dreamed.
The clouded eyes before him fluttered closed, as Elijah's lips gently caressed David's, arms lingering in a careful embrace. The soft fanning of his dark eyelashes touched Elijah more than he knew how to express. He felt he could dissolve in David's eyes, feared he'd loose himself completely in their enchantment, but when they closed he felt such wrenching absence he longed for them to grace him with their kindness once again. It was sweet agony he shared with his lover, yearning for the fleeting moments of joy together, lost in their own universe. Tears of happiness coursed down his face, glittering like diamonds in the pools of moonlight.
Their kiss had journeyed through the heat and passion of lust, to the deep moving sensations reserved for the soul. When he kissed David, he felt his very heart swell only to be washed away with the tide of their lovemaking. He felt like they were one and the same, two bodies with one soul. This beautiful man, this talented, generous man loved him, smiled a secret smile only for him. Both hearts felt the emotion well up between them, both surrendering to the exquisite love they felt for one another.
He dreamed.
His hand brutally wiped away the tear that glistened in the light of the full moon. David woke up alone, his face damp and his throat tightened from the images that still floated in his mind. The twisted sheets wrapped around his legs. To feel a love that deep, even in a dream, and then to loose it was to witness the death of an angel. No amounts of wishing could bring back the delicate emotions he wept for. Elijah had gone, long before, leaving David shattered, mourning for his own broken heart. Their love was now trapped only in memory, leaving David alone with his dreams.
A choked sob wracked his chest, as he crumbled into the soft white sheepskin surrounding him. The loss overwhelmed him once again as he remembered how Elijah's soft sleeping breaths soothed him through the sleepless nights spent wrapped around each other. David had fallen into the ocean of his emotions so entirely, he barely remembered who he had been before Elijah.
With the younger man, he had been a different person. He had felt like some missing piece of his soul had been found and returned to him within the depthless blue of Elijah's eyes. Without it, he felt like an empty husk, breathing but not living. He was no longer David but a ghost, waiting to pass through the cold world.
He dreamed.
Elijah woke up, as the embers of the fire spluttered and popped with the damp wood. His eyes are damp, and he knows he's been crying in his sleep again, yet he can't quite remember what he was crying about. Hazy images floated through his tired eyes, of moonlit tears dissolving in the warmth of his lover's kiss. With slow lazy movements, he rolled over, stretching his arms luxuriously around David, who was curled like a kitten into the thick sheepskin beneath them.
"I love you, Dave." Elijah whispered his love against the warm flesh of David's shoulder, before kissing away the feeling his breath left on the bronzed skin. He wondered what his lover was dreaming of, as he slept peacefully, wrapped in Elijah's body. With another gentle kiss, he lowered himself onto the warm skins cuddling the warm body closer to his own. The last thing he heard before sleep claimed him was the soft voice resonating through David's chest:
"Mmmm, love you too, Monkey."
He dreamed.
"Dave!" Elijah's course whisper invaded David's pleasant daydream as his elbow invaded his ribs. He'd been dreaming of a secret love tryst, cuddling Elijah by a warm fireplace. David turned to look at his friend through the half-light. His sleepy movements accidentally bumping his pencil from its place, sending it clattering to the floor of the auditorium. Several frowning faces turned to him in annoyance.
"Shit!"
An impatient cough sounded from the stage, as Dave quickly retrieved his errant stationary - a heated blush painting his cheeks crimson. Professor Mortensen walked back to his desk, his arms held behind himself as he paced across the illuminated stage.
"As I was saying, David, society has often contemplated the meanings of the subconscious dream since ancient times. The ancient Mesopotomians believed that dreams were a glimpse into the underworld, where the Egyptians believed that a seer's dreams could reveal the future. These ideas and beliefs are still popular today, even after all this time as people begin to take notice of their unconscious thoughts.
It can even be said that religion and faith were based upon a collective consciousness shared between communities. Shared Dreams! How else can we explain the similarities between so many ancient societies that were distanced across the globe? The striking similarities between the Aztecs and rural tribes half way across the globe in the Congo can be explained by such a phenomenon."
The lecturer stopped briefly, taking a sip of water before resuming his verbal assault.
"Jesus, did he just wake up one day and suddenly decide to become a X-File?" Elijah's silent laughter caused David to smile. His friend's happiness was so contagious, David had to fight to remain silent as they shared scribbled jokes about the stuffy lecture. Neither of them believed in the power of dreams. They were things your brain occupied itself with when you weren't using it, surely. Dave silently wondered what Elijah would think if he knew what David had been dreaming about. His stomach did a nervous flip flop. He let his thoughts say what his voice could not. "I love you Elijah Wood. Even if you do get me into trouble."
He dreamed.
//His arms reached out for his lover, as the door slammed closed between them. The distance splintered into a vast chasm of heartbreak, as Elijah's body shuddered with choking sobs. He'd gone. Elijah felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. David had gone. It was over. //
She sighed.
"Crap, crap, crap." A manicured hand reached out, gently shutting the offending laptop away from view. Weary fingers strayed to pinch the bridge of her nose, trying to quell the frustration that flowed through her. She loved writing, lived for it, however today she seemed to be having so much difficulty capturing her elusive thoughts into words. David was supposed to break Elijah's heart, not her own, yet every time her fingers described their parting, her brain stopped working and the words ground to a complete halt. She leaned over, and scooped up the smooth black form that sat watching her.
"Yes, Billy." She considered the black tomcat, in her lap. He paused his settling routine to regard her with curious amber eyes.
"Mommy can't write slash to save her life." Her voice was upbeat, sarcastic.
She reached down and scratched his chin and was rewarded with a soft raspy purr.
"I'll never get this Fic finished in time."
His claws gently prodded her thighs as he sat, curled on her lap, purring with a deep rumble from his small chest. Billy's eyes were half closed, as she continued to stroke the underside of his jaw.
"Perhaps, I should give them a 'happy ever after' instead, huh puss?"
He purred in reply, eyes finally closing with satisfaction.
He dreamed.
The rhythmical mechanical pulse brought the young man back from his thoughts. Elijah sat motionless, just staring at his friend in the false brightness of the ward. Footsteps rang through the corridors along with the harsh sounds of the medical equipment that populated the room. Beneath their sounds, David's shallow breathing sounded raspy and wrong. He didn't look the same person, lying beneath sterile white linen. The cold hand that rested in Elijah's didn't posses the fire that once made his skin burn with desire. The quick fire laughter had vanished, along with the smiling eyes that Elijah longed to see once again. Those bright eyes that seemed to understand Elijah, without need for words.
"I miss you, Davie." The words were softly spoken.
When he'd first arrived, Elijah had wanted to burn the sterile sheets, replacing them with familiar lambs wool blankets they had slept on together. He wanted to bring in their big yellow dog, to show David that his life waited for him. Elijah waited for him. Of course, the nurses had said no immediately, turning him away, leading him away from David's motionless body still entombed in the crisp sheeting.
"Perhaps you should go home and get some sleep, Mr Wood?" A familiar face smiled at him, turning from the medical display at the bedside.
"Sleep?" Elijah couldn't understand why Dr Astin would suggest sleep. To sleep was to dream and the dreams frightened him, showed him David, before the accident. The dreams showed him everything he couldn't have.
No, he wouldn't sleep.
He'd just stand sentry over his lovers sleeping form, waiting for the long night to end, bringing the brilliant dawn.
He dreamed.
The twittering sounds of birds called Elijah from his dreams, as morning light streamed through his curtains. His blue eyes peered around the cosy room, admiring the golden colours that bathed the world. All of a sudden, as if summoned by his own consciousness, a large happy mass landed upon his blankets, panting with joy. The heavy weight of the Labrador shook happily, tail thumping into Elijah's leg as a warm tongue delivered puppy kisses on Elijah's struggling face.
"Ugh!" Elijah tried to protect himself with flying arms, pushing the quivering mass away from himself.
"MOM! DAVIE IS KILLING ME WITH KISSES!"
Warm laughter echoed from the doorway, as Elijah's mother appeared, wiping her hands on a cloth.
"Awww, but he loves you!" She clapped her hands getting the dog's attention, ordering him off the bed. The dog reluctantly jumped from his comfortable position, only to stand patiently at the foot of his bed, keeping close watch on the small boy.
"How did you sleep, sweetheart?" She crossed the room, to sit gently on the edge of his Transformers bedspread.
"Oh good. But I had the weirdest dreams! Dave was a human, but he was sick in hostible, then I dreamed that I was Davie, and we were at school. But it wasn't Mr Bloom who was teaching us it was some other grumpy person. And then there was a cuddly black cat that I don't think Davie would like at all," His excited grin didn't fade, as he took an excited breath, "And then Dave was really sad for some reason and it was all just so weird! I'm glad I've woken up now!"
His mother laughed as she considered her energetic son. It seemed the sun itself took its cues from his smile. "Such a vivid imagination."
"Yeah, but it was so real mom! I was real worried and everything!" Anxious blue eyes threatened to overwhelm his young face. His mother was fit to burst with love.
"Ahh, but Elijah, dreams are nothing! Its waking up that is the tricky part. See, if you're not careful you can get lost in your dreams and you might wake up in the wrong body!" She smiled at her son, tapping him on the nose.
"You're so weird, mom!"
Davie panted happily at the foot of the bed, overlooking his two humans, his tail thumping softly against the carpet.
He dreamed.
The sound of barking woke Elijah suddenly, his head turning toward the soft glow of the television. An old yellow dog stood in focus, ears shaking as it lifted its head to bark again. Elijah sniffed gently, and snuggled back down into the warm blankets surrounding him. David had insisted upon watching this old movie, even though they both knew that they'd end up blubbering like fools at the end. Elijah smirked.
"I thought you were asleep?" David's voice warmed with the smile that spread across his tanned face. He leaned over, and placed butterfly kisses upon Elijah's brow before refixing his eyes on the black and white screen. "You missed the part with the bear!"
Elijah cuddled back down into the blankets, into Daves arms. He'd seen "Old Yeller" before, but had never really enjoyed it til he'd seen it through his lover's eyes. Dave had an affinity with animals that he had never encountered in any other person he'd ever met. Dave could sit through the greatest Shakespearean tragedy with dry eyes, yet blubbered like a child in The Lion King,
("When Simba finds his dead dad has to be the saddest thing known to man.").
It only made him love Dave all the more.
He dreamed.
David woke up, his head swirling with a mix of colours and faces. His dreams had been vivid and surreal, sweeping from one lifetime to the next while the small body next to his slept on peacefully. He marvelled at the wonders of the universe and how so very lucky he was to have found this sweet soul sleeping beside him. For, surely, if dreams meant anything at all, he was meant to find Elijah. Meant to love him, and share his life with him.
He took a deep breath, his eyes lingering on the smooth shoulders that moved rhythmically with each small breath. Elijah's skin glowed in the soft firelight, making him look ethereal. Dave's eyes lingered on the messy hair, a confusion of odd angles, travelling down to the dark eyelashes that feathered across smooth cheeks. The younger man looked like a renaissance angel. David longed to frame this moment, so that he could live in it forever – completely abandon the outside world. Real love wasn't waking up next to somebody. Real love wasn't getting breakfast in bed. For Dave and Elijah, real love was falling asleep and waking up in each other's dreams.
"Mmmm. Davie. I love you." The sleepy voice was roughened through unconsciousness as the warm body before him stirred slightly, lost in dreams. The younger man didn't often talk in his sleep, but for Dave, it was the best sound in the entire universe.
"I love you too, Monkey."
He felt like they were one and the same, two bodies with one soul. This beautiful man, this talented, generous man loved him, smiled a secret smile only for him. Dave pulled up the soft lambs wool blankets over the two of them, before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep in the warm glow of the fireside.
They dreamed, together.
*ende*
Title What Dreamer's Do.
Author JacquiSpack
Pairing DW/EW
Rating PG
Warnings: This story involes M/M RPS relationships. If this offends you, then I suggest you ignore this and move along. SHMOOP ALERT!
Archive: Any. Just don't make any money selling my work, or I'll hunt you down and do nasty things to you. *wink wink*, *nudge nudge*
Feedback: … is better than chocolate.
Disclaimers: I don't have any associations with any people represented in this fluffy fictional universe. They certainly don't live in the fictional situations presented here, nor, sadly, do I.
Summary: David and Elijah explore their dreams.
A/N I have been affected by Kurt Vonnegut and Isobelle Carmody. I am their spaced out hippy lovechild. I'm not on drugs, no matter how much it sounds like it. This fic started life as a collection of "drabbles" that just seemed to piece together.
He dreamed.
The clouded eyes before him fluttered closed, as Elijah's lips gently caressed David's, arms lingering in a careful embrace. The soft fanning of his dark eyelashes touched Elijah more than he knew how to express. He felt he could dissolve in David's eyes, feared he'd loose himself completely in their enchantment, but when they closed he felt such wrenching absence he longed for them to grace him with their kindness once again. It was sweet agony he shared with his lover, yearning for the fleeting moments of joy together, lost in their own universe. Tears of happiness coursed down his face, glittering like diamonds in the pools of moonlight.
Their kiss had journeyed through the heat and passion of lust, to the deep moving sensations reserved for the soul. When he kissed David, he felt his very heart swell only to be washed away with the tide of their lovemaking. He felt like they were one and the same, two bodies with one soul. This beautiful man, this talented, generous man loved him, smiled a secret smile only for him. Both hearts felt the emotion well up between them, both surrendering to the exquisite love they felt for one another.
He dreamed.
His hand brutally wiped away the tear that glistened in the light of the full moon. David woke up alone, his face damp and his throat tightened from the images that still floated in his mind. The twisted sheets wrapped around his legs. To feel a love that deep, even in a dream, and then to loose it was to witness the death of an angel. No amounts of wishing could bring back the delicate emotions he wept for. Elijah had gone, long before, leaving David shattered, mourning for his own broken heart. Their love was now trapped only in memory, leaving David alone with his dreams.
A choked sob wracked his chest, as he crumbled into the soft white sheepskin surrounding him. The loss overwhelmed him once again as he remembered how Elijah's soft sleeping breaths soothed him through the sleepless nights spent wrapped around each other. David had fallen into the ocean of his emotions so entirely, he barely remembered who he had been before Elijah.
With the younger man, he had been a different person. He had felt like some missing piece of his soul had been found and returned to him within the depthless blue of Elijah's eyes. Without it, he felt like an empty husk, breathing but not living. He was no longer David but a ghost, waiting to pass through the cold world.
He dreamed.
Elijah woke up, as the embers of the fire spluttered and popped with the damp wood. His eyes are damp, and he knows he's been crying in his sleep again, yet he can't quite remember what he was crying about. Hazy images floated through his tired eyes, of moonlit tears dissolving in the warmth of his lover's kiss. With slow lazy movements, he rolled over, stretching his arms luxuriously around David, who was curled like a kitten into the thick sheepskin beneath them.
"I love you, Dave." Elijah whispered his love against the warm flesh of David's shoulder, before kissing away the feeling his breath left on the bronzed skin. He wondered what his lover was dreaming of, as he slept peacefully, wrapped in Elijah's body. With another gentle kiss, he lowered himself onto the warm skins cuddling the warm body closer to his own. The last thing he heard before sleep claimed him was the soft voice resonating through David's chest:
"Mmmm, love you too, Monkey."
He dreamed.
"Dave!" Elijah's course whisper invaded David's pleasant daydream as his elbow invaded his ribs. He'd been dreaming of a secret love tryst, cuddling Elijah by a warm fireplace. David turned to look at his friend through the half-light. His sleepy movements accidentally bumping his pencil from its place, sending it clattering to the floor of the auditorium. Several frowning faces turned to him in annoyance.
"Shit!"
An impatient cough sounded from the stage, as Dave quickly retrieved his errant stationary - a heated blush painting his cheeks crimson. Professor Mortensen walked back to his desk, his arms held behind himself as he paced across the illuminated stage.
"As I was saying, David, society has often contemplated the meanings of the subconscious dream since ancient times. The ancient Mesopotomians believed that dreams were a glimpse into the underworld, where the Egyptians believed that a seer's dreams could reveal the future. These ideas and beliefs are still popular today, even after all this time as people begin to take notice of their unconscious thoughts.
It can even be said that religion and faith were based upon a collective consciousness shared between communities. Shared Dreams! How else can we explain the similarities between so many ancient societies that were distanced across the globe? The striking similarities between the Aztecs and rural tribes half way across the globe in the Congo can be explained by such a phenomenon."
The lecturer stopped briefly, taking a sip of water before resuming his verbal assault.
"Jesus, did he just wake up one day and suddenly decide to become a X-File?" Elijah's silent laughter caused David to smile. His friend's happiness was so contagious, David had to fight to remain silent as they shared scribbled jokes about the stuffy lecture. Neither of them believed in the power of dreams. They were things your brain occupied itself with when you weren't using it, surely. Dave silently wondered what Elijah would think if he knew what David had been dreaming about. His stomach did a nervous flip flop. He let his thoughts say what his voice could not. "I love you Elijah Wood. Even if you do get me into trouble."
He dreamed.
//His arms reached out for his lover, as the door slammed closed between them. The distance splintered into a vast chasm of heartbreak, as Elijah's body shuddered with choking sobs. He'd gone. Elijah felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. David had gone. It was over. //
She sighed.
"Crap, crap, crap." A manicured hand reached out, gently shutting the offending laptop away from view. Weary fingers strayed to pinch the bridge of her nose, trying to quell the frustration that flowed through her. She loved writing, lived for it, however today she seemed to be having so much difficulty capturing her elusive thoughts into words. David was supposed to break Elijah's heart, not her own, yet every time her fingers described their parting, her brain stopped working and the words ground to a complete halt. She leaned over, and scooped up the smooth black form that sat watching her.
"Yes, Billy." She considered the black tomcat, in her lap. He paused his settling routine to regard her with curious amber eyes.
"Mommy can't write slash to save her life." Her voice was upbeat, sarcastic.
She reached down and scratched his chin and was rewarded with a soft raspy purr.
"I'll never get this Fic finished in time."
His claws gently prodded her thighs as he sat, curled on her lap, purring with a deep rumble from his small chest. Billy's eyes were half closed, as she continued to stroke the underside of his jaw.
"Perhaps, I should give them a 'happy ever after' instead, huh puss?"
He purred in reply, eyes finally closing with satisfaction.
He dreamed.
The rhythmical mechanical pulse brought the young man back from his thoughts. Elijah sat motionless, just staring at his friend in the false brightness of the ward. Footsteps rang through the corridors along with the harsh sounds of the medical equipment that populated the room. Beneath their sounds, David's shallow breathing sounded raspy and wrong. He didn't look the same person, lying beneath sterile white linen. The cold hand that rested in Elijah's didn't posses the fire that once made his skin burn with desire. The quick fire laughter had vanished, along with the smiling eyes that Elijah longed to see once again. Those bright eyes that seemed to understand Elijah, without need for words.
"I miss you, Davie." The words were softly spoken.
When he'd first arrived, Elijah had wanted to burn the sterile sheets, replacing them with familiar lambs wool blankets they had slept on together. He wanted to bring in their big yellow dog, to show David that his life waited for him. Elijah waited for him. Of course, the nurses had said no immediately, turning him away, leading him away from David's motionless body still entombed in the crisp sheeting.
"Perhaps you should go home and get some sleep, Mr Wood?" A familiar face smiled at him, turning from the medical display at the bedside.
"Sleep?" Elijah couldn't understand why Dr Astin would suggest sleep. To sleep was to dream and the dreams frightened him, showed him David, before the accident. The dreams showed him everything he couldn't have.
No, he wouldn't sleep.
He'd just stand sentry over his lovers sleeping form, waiting for the long night to end, bringing the brilliant dawn.
He dreamed.
The twittering sounds of birds called Elijah from his dreams, as morning light streamed through his curtains. His blue eyes peered around the cosy room, admiring the golden colours that bathed the world. All of a sudden, as if summoned by his own consciousness, a large happy mass landed upon his blankets, panting with joy. The heavy weight of the Labrador shook happily, tail thumping into Elijah's leg as a warm tongue delivered puppy kisses on Elijah's struggling face.
"Ugh!" Elijah tried to protect himself with flying arms, pushing the quivering mass away from himself.
"MOM! DAVIE IS KILLING ME WITH KISSES!"
Warm laughter echoed from the doorway, as Elijah's mother appeared, wiping her hands on a cloth.
"Awww, but he loves you!" She clapped her hands getting the dog's attention, ordering him off the bed. The dog reluctantly jumped from his comfortable position, only to stand patiently at the foot of his bed, keeping close watch on the small boy.
"How did you sleep, sweetheart?" She crossed the room, to sit gently on the edge of his Transformers bedspread.
"Oh good. But I had the weirdest dreams! Dave was a human, but he was sick in hostible, then I dreamed that I was Davie, and we were at school. But it wasn't Mr Bloom who was teaching us it was some other grumpy person. And then there was a cuddly black cat that I don't think Davie would like at all," His excited grin didn't fade, as he took an excited breath, "And then Dave was really sad for some reason and it was all just so weird! I'm glad I've woken up now!"
His mother laughed as she considered her energetic son. It seemed the sun itself took its cues from his smile. "Such a vivid imagination."
"Yeah, but it was so real mom! I was real worried and everything!" Anxious blue eyes threatened to overwhelm his young face. His mother was fit to burst with love.
"Ahh, but Elijah, dreams are nothing! Its waking up that is the tricky part. See, if you're not careful you can get lost in your dreams and you might wake up in the wrong body!" She smiled at her son, tapping him on the nose.
"You're so weird, mom!"
Davie panted happily at the foot of the bed, overlooking his two humans, his tail thumping softly against the carpet.
He dreamed.
The sound of barking woke Elijah suddenly, his head turning toward the soft glow of the television. An old yellow dog stood in focus, ears shaking as it lifted its head to bark again. Elijah sniffed gently, and snuggled back down into the warm blankets surrounding him. David had insisted upon watching this old movie, even though they both knew that they'd end up blubbering like fools at the end. Elijah smirked.
"I thought you were asleep?" David's voice warmed with the smile that spread across his tanned face. He leaned over, and placed butterfly kisses upon Elijah's brow before refixing his eyes on the black and white screen. "You missed the part with the bear!"
Elijah cuddled back down into the blankets, into Daves arms. He'd seen "Old Yeller" before, but had never really enjoyed it til he'd seen it through his lover's eyes. Dave had an affinity with animals that he had never encountered in any other person he'd ever met. Dave could sit through the greatest Shakespearean tragedy with dry eyes, yet blubbered like a child in The Lion King,
("When Simba finds his dead dad has to be the saddest thing known to man.").
It only made him love Dave all the more.
He dreamed.
David woke up, his head swirling with a mix of colours and faces. His dreams had been vivid and surreal, sweeping from one lifetime to the next while the small body next to his slept on peacefully. He marvelled at the wonders of the universe and how so very lucky he was to have found this sweet soul sleeping beside him. For, surely, if dreams meant anything at all, he was meant to find Elijah. Meant to love him, and share his life with him.
He took a deep breath, his eyes lingering on the smooth shoulders that moved rhythmically with each small breath. Elijah's skin glowed in the soft firelight, making him look ethereal. Dave's eyes lingered on the messy hair, a confusion of odd angles, travelling down to the dark eyelashes that feathered across smooth cheeks. The younger man looked like a renaissance angel. David longed to frame this moment, so that he could live in it forever – completely abandon the outside world. Real love wasn't waking up next to somebody. Real love wasn't getting breakfast in bed. For Dave and Elijah, real love was falling asleep and waking up in each other's dreams.
"Mmmm. Davie. I love you." The sleepy voice was roughened through unconsciousness as the warm body before him stirred slightly, lost in dreams. The younger man didn't often talk in his sleep, but for Dave, it was the best sound in the entire universe.
"I love you too, Monkey."
He felt like they were one and the same, two bodies with one soul. This beautiful man, this talented, generous man loved him, smiled a secret smile only for him. Dave pulled up the soft lambs wool blankets over the two of them, before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep in the warm glow of the fireside.
They dreamed, together.
*ende*