The Princess Of One Last Dream [MPC#45B] [SOLO]
Nov 28, 2017 21:01:49 GMT
Post by Cion on Nov 28, 2017 21:01:49 GMT
MPC#45C: Before There Was Data
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
Sometimes, knowing that things were not real made them all the more precious...
Charming, golden eyes slowly opened as they met the dawn of a new day. A yawn escaped the small Arnamon as she stretched herself, the large, comfortable blanket on her shifting with every movement. She relaxed and came to a brief halt as she only scratched a spot on the side of her body. Steadily, all senses returned to her, especially her visual perception which was always the most feeble at the beginning of all mornings. Yet it did not take long before she could enjoy the familiar scenery of Daedalus' luxurious ca- "Where... am I?"
The environment Cion found herself in was completely different from which she had entered her sleep in. The room she was located in was spacious and adorned with royal furnishing as well as ornaments and paintings that were usually only reserved for castle museums. Yet everything looked as if it was in pristine condition and not hundreds of years old - withered as it was the fate of almost all things in the cosmos. Rubbing her eyes in disbelief, the vulpine digimon removed the eiderdown from her knees and slowly climbed out of the king-size bed.
With a slightly open maw, she took everything she witnessed in, at least attempting to comprehend what in the digital world was going on. While not daring to step out through the vitreous double door to step onto the balcony, she ultimately grasped that it was dusk and not dawn regardless. This did not make sense either, since she clearly remembered that she had gone to sleep after the movie night with Luke, Bellmany and Colin on board of... "Oh... noo..." Escaped her lips as she looked down upon her frame coated in the orange light of the setting sun.
Every single sensation she experienced at that point in time had felt uncannily real, but she knew that this was not actually happening to her. Her dreams had been so vivid, intense and downright distressing lately, so there was only one logical conclusion. She yet again found herself in the realm of dreams, although this once she was fully aware of it. Unlike those that have trained lucidity however, she did not feel like she could bend the world around her to her will. There was no surge of power that rushed through her veins, much less anything else out of the usual. As when awake, she was limited to the powers her existence contained.
Before her mind could take any time to comprehend and deal with the situation at hand, Cion's ears peaked when she heard gentle knocking coming from her room's entrance door. Unable to make out what the muffled noises on the other side actually said, two figures swiftly entered to tend to her needs. Completely baffled, she had honestly been incapable of fathoming what was going on right in front of her. There they were, the familiar and treasured profiles of the Impmon and the Elecmon she knew as the twins, but... they were dressed like royal servants.
Not only that, but they were bowing and saluting to her, as if it was her who was royalty. "Have you slept well, madame?" The Impmon asked, his voice much more tense than she was used to. Stammering at first, the Arnamon snapped out of it and nodded, slowly able to cope with what was going on with her. "Yes, I have. T-Thank you." She showed her appreciation for his consideration with a nervous chuckle. "Excellent! Then everything will be just perfect for this very special evening." Luke declared vociferously as a strange sensation formed itself in Cion's chest.
"V-very... special evening?" She asked jumpily, dreading what her subconsciousness had in store to excruciate her soul yet again. What was is this time she would face in a futile attempt to teach her some sort of lesson? Would she bring doom upon her people, perhaps experience an execution first hand, or maybe behold a kingdom that was in truth nothing but a decaying husk? "The ball, of course." Bellamy declared, putting her mind to ease rather suddenly. "Oh." Was all that came out of her mouth. A ball sounded rather pleasant, and there was no way that came to mind by which it could have turned into a catastrophe.
Without saying a word, the male duo swiftly walked past her and opened her oversized wardrobe, revealing a colorful and genteel assortment of dresses. And as if reading her mind, Luke pulled a gown out of it that delighted her very much; mostly because it had not been the fire time she had worn it. It was the same blue, elegant dress the had adorned herself with at Colin's and Sophie's birthday party. That it manifested itself in this realm of make-believe made sense, as it was part of a pleasant memory as enchanting as this dream was.
"Eh... why not play along?" She quietly spoke to herself, curious about what this fake reality still had in store for her.
A sudden change of scene was nothing unusual for a dream, even if it was rather bizarre being fully aware of it. Nonetheless, when she found herself in a gigantic ballroom furnished with unimaginably expensive ornamentations, she felt nothing but bliss. It was way too kitschy for its own good, but that made it such a special experience. And as the royal hall suddenly filled itself with people and digimons alike, savoring their time dancing, she looked forward to who her Prince Charming was going to be.
To be completely honest, she already had a clear idea of who it was going to be, and when the handsome Adonis finally revealed himself... the delight on her muzzle was pure. Clothed in a red suit worthy of a crown prince, the Gaomon who had been by her side for uncountable centuries emerged from the masses of amused individuals, his affectionate gaze aimed straight at her. She could not even clearly remember the last time he had smiled at her with so much fondness, both real and fictional.
"May I ask for your hand?" Owen asked, gently yet firmly taking her silver paw as he approached her very closely. Unable to decide if she was supposed to giggle or squeal, she simply decided to do both at the same time, the widest of grins forming itself on her muzzle. "But of course." She responded, visibly overjoyed. Bowing to each other, they proceeded to dance, time appearing to slow down as this pleasant moment lasted for what felt like a small eternity.
And as the movement stopped, everything around the two bonded by destiny faded into unimportant nothingness. Slowly and gently, Cion pressed her head against the warm, fluffy chest of the digimon who had made her into who she was. The centuries and lives they had spent together had truly been a wonderful time, despite the many dangerous challenges they had overcome. Even after everything that had happened between them lately, there were still moments she found pleasure in memories of events long since forgotten. They made her who she was at this point in time, and even if things had changed drastically... she had friends that were there for her to support her, just like she would do for them.
She had not lost herself yet; only in the embrace of the digimon that once had been her dearly beloved. And as the Gaomon gently caressed her cheek, she knew the inevitable was near. "You know this is not real." He commented quietly, yet without sadness in his voice. Strangely enough, the Arnamon shared these feelings, remaining calm as her smile persisted. "I know... but let me enjoy this final farewell regardless." She spoke quietly, closing her eyes in one last moment before her beloved shattered into darkness as well. "Thank you... for everything..."
Cion's eyes opened suddenly as she found herself in the dark of the night within her own cabinet on board of Daedalus. High above the clouds as always, there was complete silence, only the light of the moon and the stars giving her company. Quietly, the silver digimon remained inside her bed, her golden eyes unmovingly looking outside the windows and into the oblivion of the outside world. Both the world inside and outside were empty, not even a single thought daring to cross her mind.
Sighing inaudibly, she stepped out of the bed and walked towards the window to lean on its sill. Her hand slowly moved up her chest and eventually settled down on the green scarf that once belonged to the one digimon her spirit was so tightly bound to. But with that connection now cut or at least severely weakened... not even she knew what truly lied ahead. Was the experience she just had an attempt to gain clarity, or was it her subconscious once again grasping for something that simply no longer was?
"Is something the matter, Cion?" The speakers of Daedalus quietly sounded throughout the room, his voice startling her and forcing her out of her thoughts. Shaking her head, her response was filled with a tone of dreaminess. "No, it's okay. Really." She said, tranquility out of acceptance returning to her small room.
Slowly... a new sense of normalcy returned to both outside and within her, most trepidation and negativity vanquished due to her efforts and consideration of all that was important to her, and the contentment these things brought her.
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
Sometimes, knowing that things were not real made them all the more precious...
Charming, golden eyes slowly opened as they met the dawn of a new day. A yawn escaped the small Arnamon as she stretched herself, the large, comfortable blanket on her shifting with every movement. She relaxed and came to a brief halt as she only scratched a spot on the side of her body. Steadily, all senses returned to her, especially her visual perception which was always the most feeble at the beginning of all mornings. Yet it did not take long before she could enjoy the familiar scenery of Daedalus' luxurious ca- "Where... am I?"
The environment Cion found herself in was completely different from which she had entered her sleep in. The room she was located in was spacious and adorned with royal furnishing as well as ornaments and paintings that were usually only reserved for castle museums. Yet everything looked as if it was in pristine condition and not hundreds of years old - withered as it was the fate of almost all things in the cosmos. Rubbing her eyes in disbelief, the vulpine digimon removed the eiderdown from her knees and slowly climbed out of the king-size bed.
With a slightly open maw, she took everything she witnessed in, at least attempting to comprehend what in the digital world was going on. While not daring to step out through the vitreous double door to step onto the balcony, she ultimately grasped that it was dusk and not dawn regardless. This did not make sense either, since she clearly remembered that she had gone to sleep after the movie night with Luke, Bellmany and Colin on board of... "Oh... noo..." Escaped her lips as she looked down upon her frame coated in the orange light of the setting sun.
Every single sensation she experienced at that point in time had felt uncannily real, but she knew that this was not actually happening to her. Her dreams had been so vivid, intense and downright distressing lately, so there was only one logical conclusion. She yet again found herself in the realm of dreams, although this once she was fully aware of it. Unlike those that have trained lucidity however, she did not feel like she could bend the world around her to her will. There was no surge of power that rushed through her veins, much less anything else out of the usual. As when awake, she was limited to the powers her existence contained.
Before her mind could take any time to comprehend and deal with the situation at hand, Cion's ears peaked when she heard gentle knocking coming from her room's entrance door. Unable to make out what the muffled noises on the other side actually said, two figures swiftly entered to tend to her needs. Completely baffled, she had honestly been incapable of fathoming what was going on right in front of her. There they were, the familiar and treasured profiles of the Impmon and the Elecmon she knew as the twins, but... they were dressed like royal servants.
Not only that, but they were bowing and saluting to her, as if it was her who was royalty. "Have you slept well, madame?" The Impmon asked, his voice much more tense than she was used to. Stammering at first, the Arnamon snapped out of it and nodded, slowly able to cope with what was going on with her. "Yes, I have. T-Thank you." She showed her appreciation for his consideration with a nervous chuckle. "Excellent! Then everything will be just perfect for this very special evening." Luke declared vociferously as a strange sensation formed itself in Cion's chest.
"V-very... special evening?" She asked jumpily, dreading what her subconsciousness had in store to excruciate her soul yet again. What was is this time she would face in a futile attempt to teach her some sort of lesson? Would she bring doom upon her people, perhaps experience an execution first hand, or maybe behold a kingdom that was in truth nothing but a decaying husk? "The ball, of course." Bellamy declared, putting her mind to ease rather suddenly. "Oh." Was all that came out of her mouth. A ball sounded rather pleasant, and there was no way that came to mind by which it could have turned into a catastrophe.
Without saying a word, the male duo swiftly walked past her and opened her oversized wardrobe, revealing a colorful and genteel assortment of dresses. And as if reading her mind, Luke pulled a gown out of it that delighted her very much; mostly because it had not been the fire time she had worn it. It was the same blue, elegant dress the had adorned herself with at Colin's and Sophie's birthday party. That it manifested itself in this realm of make-believe made sense, as it was part of a pleasant memory as enchanting as this dream was.
"Eh... why not play along?" She quietly spoke to herself, curious about what this fake reality still had in store for her.
A sudden change of scene was nothing unusual for a dream, even if it was rather bizarre being fully aware of it. Nonetheless, when she found herself in a gigantic ballroom furnished with unimaginably expensive ornamentations, she felt nothing but bliss. It was way too kitschy for its own good, but that made it such a special experience. And as the royal hall suddenly filled itself with people and digimons alike, savoring their time dancing, she looked forward to who her Prince Charming was going to be.
To be completely honest, she already had a clear idea of who it was going to be, and when the handsome Adonis finally revealed himself... the delight on her muzzle was pure. Clothed in a red suit worthy of a crown prince, the Gaomon who had been by her side for uncountable centuries emerged from the masses of amused individuals, his affectionate gaze aimed straight at her. She could not even clearly remember the last time he had smiled at her with so much fondness, both real and fictional.
"May I ask for your hand?" Owen asked, gently yet firmly taking her silver paw as he approached her very closely. Unable to decide if she was supposed to giggle or squeal, she simply decided to do both at the same time, the widest of grins forming itself on her muzzle. "But of course." She responded, visibly overjoyed. Bowing to each other, they proceeded to dance, time appearing to slow down as this pleasant moment lasted for what felt like a small eternity.
And as the movement stopped, everything around the two bonded by destiny faded into unimportant nothingness. Slowly and gently, Cion pressed her head against the warm, fluffy chest of the digimon who had made her into who she was. The centuries and lives they had spent together had truly been a wonderful time, despite the many dangerous challenges they had overcome. Even after everything that had happened between them lately, there were still moments she found pleasure in memories of events long since forgotten. They made her who she was at this point in time, and even if things had changed drastically... she had friends that were there for her to support her, just like she would do for them.
She had not lost herself yet; only in the embrace of the digimon that once had been her dearly beloved. And as the Gaomon gently caressed her cheek, she knew the inevitable was near. "You know this is not real." He commented quietly, yet without sadness in his voice. Strangely enough, the Arnamon shared these feelings, remaining calm as her smile persisted. "I know... but let me enjoy this final farewell regardless." She spoke quietly, closing her eyes in one last moment before her beloved shattered into darkness as well. "Thank you... for everything..."
Cion's eyes opened suddenly as she found herself in the dark of the night within her own cabinet on board of Daedalus. High above the clouds as always, there was complete silence, only the light of the moon and the stars giving her company. Quietly, the silver digimon remained inside her bed, her golden eyes unmovingly looking outside the windows and into the oblivion of the outside world. Both the world inside and outside were empty, not even a single thought daring to cross her mind.
Sighing inaudibly, she stepped out of the bed and walked towards the window to lean on its sill. Her hand slowly moved up her chest and eventually settled down on the green scarf that once belonged to the one digimon her spirit was so tightly bound to. But with that connection now cut or at least severely weakened... not even she knew what truly lied ahead. Was the experience she just had an attempt to gain clarity, or was it her subconscious once again grasping for something that simply no longer was?
"Is something the matter, Cion?" The speakers of Daedalus quietly sounded throughout the room, his voice startling her and forcing her out of her thoughts. Shaking her head, her response was filled with a tone of dreaminess. "No, it's okay. Really." She said, tranquility out of acceptance returning to her small room.
Slowly... a new sense of normalcy returned to both outside and within her, most trepidation and negativity vanquished due to her efforts and consideration of all that was important to her, and the contentment these things brought her.
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