𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐇// 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐗𝐎𝐂

𝐥𝐱𝐢𝐯. ✭ 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

OCTOBER 21, 1985; EDDIE'S DREAMSCAPE

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-Alice by Cocteau Twins-
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I remember it. That dream. It was odd, a peculiar thing. Still, most dreams are.

Submitting to sleep after another day of vicious bickering with Chance, I was surprised to see her again so soon, just in a different form. Correction, in a different world.

I awoke in a field. Waves of grain surrounded me, measuring up to my hips. They had been bleached from the sun, from summer. My back was pressed against a stray tree in the middle of the dried meadow.

As you know in most dreams, I knew my role. Chance was sprawled out on a picnic blanket that had been laid in the bed of grain. Her hair was fanned out, tresses glimmering with sparkles of red as they caught the sun. She was giggling, running her fingers through the wind-whipped stalks of grain beside her.

I'm the protector.
I'm her protector.
That's my job.
My task.
Protect.

"Edward, cometh here!" Urged Chance, beckoning me to sit with a flick of her hand. Her eyes were so bright, reflecting light in the quiet midday. She genuinely wanted me to join her. I noticed she was wearing a gown, a silken white one. It looked like something fit for someone of Medieval times.

Why's she talking so funny?
No matter how pissed she's gotten at me, she's never called me by my full name.
It's always been Eddie.
Even when she cusses me out, she calls me Eddie.
Shit.
I gotta cut back on DND.

Despite my puzzled thoughts, my dream self answered without a beat, "I'm supposed to stand guard. Thee knoweth this, Princess. I must keep an eye out for trouble."

"Thee was instructed to keep an eye on me." She argued, a stern glint sharpening her stare. Her hand patted the spot beside her. "Sit, Edward. Now. I command thee."

I relented, settling on the blanket to give in to her request. A smug grin turned up her lips and the girl immediately closed her eyes.

In the moment's silence, it soon became apparent that she was waiting for a kiss. Her lids popped open when her mouth lay untouched, foggy confusion swirling around in them.

At this point, I had gathered enough awareness that the dream dripped lucid. I had control over what I said and did.

"Watcha' doing?" I asked, feeling a breeze pick up the curls of my hair. Chance took notice of this, threading her fingers through my dark mop.

She chuckled softly, keeping her patience, "Waiting for thy kiss. Are you shy? Must I claim one from these sweet lips of yours myself?" Her thick lashes fluttered at me, drawing closer as she leaned in again.

Yup.
It's confirmed.
This is some weird ass DND wet dream.

I turned from her pouted lips, a heat flushing to my face. Chance kissed nothing but air. The figment of her had me all sorts of mind fucked.

While I was twisted away from her, I word vomited, "Why would you wanna kiss me? I'm a freak. You said so yourself. You..." Swallowing hard, my face scrunched up as I spat, "Hate me."