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Dreaming
Title: Dreaming
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Dialo, Lost, Ciel, Chelan
Pairing(s): Dialo/Chelan, Lost/Ciel
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 505
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: There is a demon, an adult man. He resembles her, in a way that a father might if she had a father. He looks weary every time she sees him.
Notes: This is fairly spontaneous and completely self-indulgent.
Dialo is rarely one for lucid dreaming. For the most part, she doesn’t even remember her dreams after a few minutes past waking up. There’s only one series of dreams that stay with her, and those she finds herself perfectly in control of when they come.
There is a demon, an adult man. He resembles her, in a way that a father might if she had a father. He looks weary every time she sees him.
His name is Lost.
He does not talk much, and even less about himself. Mostly he asks her about her life, how her day was and what bothers her. So she sits by his side, leaning against him, and tells him the troubles of her waking life, but also the happiness that comes with it.
He pats her hair gently and listens. He has little advice to give, and so she doesn’t often ask for it, but he listens and shows sympathy when she needs that.
Dialo is fond of these dreams. They relax her, and she always feels a bit more upbeat in the mornings after.
One night she dreams of an angel, a woman resembling Chelan. Her smile is somewhat gentler than Chelan’s, but still lights up her entire face.
Her name is Ciel, Dialo finds out. She’s just as reticent to speak about herself as Lost, but on any other subject she’s talkative. Her voice is beautiful.
She asks about Dialo’s hopes and dreams for the future. The most Dialo is certain of is that she wants to spend her life with Chelan: that she admits easily. It makes Ciel smile even more.
Dialo asks if Ciel knows Lost. Ciel speaks of his honesty, his tenderness with those he cares for, his loyalty and willingness to give up everything for those he’s loyal to. She speaks with the words of someone deeply in love, and even Dialo can tell.
Dialo asks if Ciel knows Chelan. She says yes, but nothing more than that.
When Dialo dreams of Lost again, she asks if he knows Ciel. Lost’s answer is more than she’s ever heard him say at one time before. He talks about her kindness, the beauty of her smile, her belief in the goodness of other people. The adoration is clear in his voice and his features lighten as he praises her.
She asks him if they’re happy together. He answers that they are now.
Dialo asks Chelan if she has these kinds of dreams, and Chelan tells her no. She finds Dialo’s recountings of these dreams to be interesting, and often asks if Dialo’s had one again recently.
Dialo doesn’t know if they’re simply figments of her imagination her subconscious likes to reuse, or if they’re ghosts that just have chosen her of all people to speak to, or even if it matters. Dreams are dreams, and shouldn’t affect the waking world. And for the most part, they don’t.
But on the slight chance that they’re real, if they’re happy together, she’s happy for them.
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Dialo, Lost, Ciel, Chelan
Pairing(s): Dialo/Chelan, Lost/Ciel
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 505
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: There is a demon, an adult man. He resembles her, in a way that a father might if she had a father. He looks weary every time she sees him.
Notes: This is fairly spontaneous and completely self-indulgent.
Dialo is rarely one for lucid dreaming. For the most part, she doesn’t even remember her dreams after a few minutes past waking up. There’s only one series of dreams that stay with her, and those she finds herself perfectly in control of when they come.
There is a demon, an adult man. He resembles her, in a way that a father might if she had a father. He looks weary every time she sees him.
His name is Lost.
He does not talk much, and even less about himself. Mostly he asks her about her life, how her day was and what bothers her. So she sits by his side, leaning against him, and tells him the troubles of her waking life, but also the happiness that comes with it.
He pats her hair gently and listens. He has little advice to give, and so she doesn’t often ask for it, but he listens and shows sympathy when she needs that.
Dialo is fond of these dreams. They relax her, and she always feels a bit more upbeat in the mornings after.
One night she dreams of an angel, a woman resembling Chelan. Her smile is somewhat gentler than Chelan’s, but still lights up her entire face.
Her name is Ciel, Dialo finds out. She’s just as reticent to speak about herself as Lost, but on any other subject she’s talkative. Her voice is beautiful.
She asks about Dialo’s hopes and dreams for the future. The most Dialo is certain of is that she wants to spend her life with Chelan: that she admits easily. It makes Ciel smile even more.
Dialo asks if Ciel knows Lost. Ciel speaks of his honesty, his tenderness with those he cares for, his loyalty and willingness to give up everything for those he’s loyal to. She speaks with the words of someone deeply in love, and even Dialo can tell.
Dialo asks if Ciel knows Chelan. She says yes, but nothing more than that.
When Dialo dreams of Lost again, she asks if he knows Ciel. Lost’s answer is more than she’s ever heard him say at one time before. He talks about her kindness, the beauty of her smile, her belief in the goodness of other people. The adoration is clear in his voice and his features lighten as he praises her.
She asks him if they’re happy together. He answers that they are now.
Dialo asks Chelan if she has these kinds of dreams, and Chelan tells her no. She finds Dialo’s recountings of these dreams to be interesting, and often asks if Dialo’s had one again recently.
Dialo doesn’t know if they’re simply figments of her imagination her subconscious likes to reuse, or if they’re ghosts that just have chosen her of all people to speak to, or even if it matters. Dreams are dreams, and shouldn’t affect the waking world. And for the most part, they don’t.
But on the slight chance that they’re real, if they’re happy together, she’s happy for them.