From: neomoon To: crystalpointsoftokyo ; Neo Senshi ML Subject: (fanfic classics) Dreams By: NeoMoon Date: Monday, June 18, 2001 2:41 PM Crystal Points of Tokyo - http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Highrise/3753 --------------------------- ListBot Sponsor -------------------------- Start Your Own FREE Email List at http://www.listbot.com/links/joinlb ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Sailor Moon Dream NeoMoon Rated: PG Darkness surrounds, a cape over his slender tall form, a hint of red brings light to the almost non-exisisent form. She sighs. Her dream of a man that is unreachable, and unquestionablely in her mind the gift from God to her. She lay on her bed, hands resting on her chest, images of him float in the air. (The cat sighs.) Her heart beats ramdomly her thought twist into a reality far removed the daily world. Images of space, the void surrounds her, a beutiful pearl castle towers before her, he stands at it's gate. first she walks, then runs. Her heart on fire, unquinched, waiting for his embress. He is closier, moving also to meet her. Oh how she longed to see those eyes under the mask. How beutiful they must be. She imaged them gray a cold gray yet a love, a longing held within the gaze, a longing for her. She blinks awaking from the dream within in the dream. Dream? No, no it could not be a dream, it was real, reality. She would not accept that it was anything less. He touches her face. His hand gently caraassing her cheak, sliding down, lifting her chin toward him, she braces. His breath heavy on her, warm, musky, sweet. Lips meet. At last, at last! Embress. He brings her closier to his from, wraping his powerful arms around her slender waist. She feels them moving up her back slowly, warm, comfortable. She raises her arms wraping them around his neck. Lips meet. Sweet, sweet God! Light, love, passion. So much shared in a kiss of eternal love. They thrive of of each other the embress, the passion. She sighs inward unable to overcome primal feelings. Her hands leave his neck reahing for her ripping out the pig tails that bind it freeing her hair. Symbolic. Release. He lets go backs away disappearing into the darkness, and a laugh. She shudders and races toward her love, but ground streaches and he is lost. Lost? No not possable. She is lost. Agony. She falls scapping her knees on the now thorn covered ground. Thorn? Thorns of the rose. Tears fill her thoughts of him entrace her then snap her painfully back into reality. Oh but this is not reality, only your dream. No, no! It was true, it was reality! It was all true! Only a dream. Hope. She lifts her now heavy head tears streaming still. White. Thank You. Him it is him different, the same. Donned in white the color of the desert sands. He kneels lifting her hand, bringing her to him. His heart beat, his breath like before. It was him, she know so. Truth her heart, soul, sex all the same cry of him. She brought her lips to his. Pain, sorrow, hoplessness. All this filled her, and she wept once more. He brought her closier comforting her in his embress. It was, but wasn't. Hope renewed. Light, energy! Flowing through her! A presence! Him! Her love returned! He gazed down at her, still holding her as the other in white had. Sweet sweet joy. He lays her back onto the rose pedel covered ground. Gently he kisses her lips, then moves to her neck, then . . . She pushs him away. Anger denial. He . . .He wouldn't do this, no not him not him, no! A laugh evil and very lovely, she is almost over come by it, but no. Tricked, no no suduced. Evil surounds, envelopes, carrases her being. She shudders, screaming of the evil done to her, and he, him, it, the evil one one laughs. Horrorable, terrorable noice entering her shattering her. NO! She raises slowly the laughter no longer existing. And smiles, lifting her hands into the blank whiteness. Light wonderous, heavenly white light of the purest purity. The light of her heritage the light of the hope she carries within herself for him. The light surounds, envelopes, encompasses, and absorbs the darkness within itself a force of true primal beutiy. A beutiy so pure none can stand to or defeated it. The Darkness, the evil is gone. She is at peace, thus and evermore __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Spot the hottest trends in music, movies, and more. http://buzz.yahoo.com/ ______________________________________________________________________ To unsubscribe, write to crystalpointsoftokyo-unsubscribe@listbot.com