Part II : Chapter 11
- Disney Princes & Watery Monsters -
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In my dream, we were sitting on swings, surrounded by bright white haze and tall pale trees.
Tink and I sat in what looked like a familiar children's playground. Although it was strikingly realistic, I knew it wasn't real without having to think about it. No children were in sight, and everything from the climbing frames to the seesaws were all purest white. In fact, the only things I could see that weren't white where Tink and me. I didn't bother to look surprised either. I was getting almost used to the strange Salvador Dali-like scenes I found myself in whenever I fell asleep.
"Well, this is new." I said conversationally, kicking myself back on the swing. "It looks different here that usual."
'I thought we could use a change of scenery.' Tink said from the swing right next to mine, gently swaying back and forth. She was wearing white this time, her long hair in a loose braid, and she all but blended seamlessly into the ghostly white scenery all around us. She was technically a part of my mind itself, so I guess just willing her surrounding to change shape whenever she felt like it came with the territory.
I spun myself around on my swing, the chains twisting together before spinning me back the way I'd come.
"And you chose…" I looked around as I spun to a stop, realising suddenly why everything looked so familiar, "My old primary school?"
"It seemed appropriate, given your current state of mind."
"And what is my current state of mind? Childish?"
"No. But I would say you're exhausted almost to the point of senselessness."
I snorted with repressed laughter.
"Well, I am having a literal conversation with myself, sitting in a hallucination of a playground I used to hang out in when I was eight. Fair point."
I went back to my spinning, leaning back and looking up as the white treetops cartwheeled around us.
"I suppose you heard everything Aragorn said." I didn't bother to make it into a question.
"I did." Tink confirmed."What of it?"
I put my feet flat on the ground to stop my momentum, waiting for the world to stop twirling, and thinking about what had been said.
"Apparently I've been antagonistic with the others."
"Antagonistic? You? Surely not!"
"Wise-ass much?" I tried to sound irritated, but I couldn't make myself hold it for long. I felt the worry slip back into my expression. "I'm seriously though. We're going on a journey literally into the heart of hell, and Legolas and I can't even speak to each other with contemplating homicide. What if these issues we have do start becoming a problem?"
She pursed her lips in thought.
"I guess the logical thing to do would be to do something to get them to start warming to you."
"Warm to me? After everything that's happened so far? How in hypothetical hell would I even start getting someone like Legolas or Gimli to warm to me?"
"Set them on fire? That could be fun." Tink suggested, and I could hear her grin. I cringed and rolled my head back, almost ashamed that my own subconscious could come up with such a terrible one-liner.
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