Little Darling

Morning Walk

In the morning the sun shines through her curtains, she forgot where she was, waking up in a strange house and four men that she saw killing a man in front of her. Raven got out of bed at eight in the morning, she heard voices downstairs. Maybe it was just a dream...she thought to herself, looking over the corner she saw two men in the kitchen talking and chuckling, she was quiet as she walked in the kitchen, she didn't hear much of their conversation. Then again she wanted to make sure it was a dream.

"Excuse me gentlemen." Raven said with the softness of her voice. Both Nigel and Hannibal looked over their shoulders. "Good morning gorgeous." Nigel said with a smile. "Good morning Miss Raven." Hannibal smiled warmly. "You don't have to call me Miss, you can just call me Raven please." Raven told Hannibal, he bowed his head. "Of course Raven, please have a seat the others will be awake shortly." Hannibal pulled out a seat for her as she sat down next to Nigel.

"Did you sleep well?" Nigel asked. "I slept very well, how did you both sleep?" She asked.

"We both slept fine my dear, thank you for asking." Hannibal said with his charming smile.

"Sweet pleasant dreams indeed were happening." Nigel smiled while drinking his coffee. "That's very nice to have sweet dreams and not nightmares." Raven respond taking a bite of what Hannibal created. "This is very delicious Hannibal." Raven said covering her mouth with food, cause it's rude when talking when there's food in your mouth.

"I'm glad you're liking the meal my dear." Hannibal smiled. "You're very welcome." Raven said, she was indeed polite and kind. "What did you dream about Raven, anything exciting or anything that gives your mind and heart easure in the dream?" Nigel asked, Raven nodded her head. "Yes, I've dreamt about dancing with a man with a mask on his face, we danced in a room where there were floating candles all around us. No one else around it was silenced but you could hear music in the background as we danced." Raven smiled as she thought about her dream.

"That seems like a lovely dream to have, almost as if he's a phantom in your dream." Nigel said interested in her dream and what else she dreamt about. "It really was...dreams don't last forever and I was thinking about writing about it in one of my stories sin my journals." Raven said, Hannibal and Nigel both looked at her, she writes...she reads...? They both looked at her with fascination.

"Do tell us more about this dream, and how you're planning on making it into a story?" Raven finished her food and her coffee, she smiled as she began to talk about the story of the dream she had.

"In the story and in the dream, a young girl in a red dress wearing a red rose lace mask hiding her face, one man came up to her and took her by the hand, she took his hand in hers, she let him lead him to the ballroom, everyone saw the two dancing the music was slow and soft, they both locked eyes with each other. In the beginning it wasn't always like that, she was a painter and he was a musician they never spoke to each other, but at the ball...they both danced together not knowing who they were to each other, but feeling each other and how their hearts beat in the same rythem as the music. They danced together through the night and through the music, they both loved each other, and wanted to see each other, the sad part is they never exchanged names until one day...the musican saw the lovely woman, her hair, her face, those beautiful eyes he had seen at the ball that night. He knew it has to be her as he drew closer and closer they finally saw each other without their masks and started to talk and exchanged names. Her name was Lilian and his name was Fredrick. At the very end they got together and started to make stories of their art and their music."

Hearing Raven's way of putting her dream into her story, they both smiled and are pleased to hear it. "It sounds lovely and interesting. You sure you aren't a writer?" Nigel asked. "No no no I'm not officially a writer I don't know if people would want to hear more of my stories. I love writing my stories and dreaming about tales, but sometimes the stories and the dreams I have, would more people want to listen or want to know much more of with in the story?" Hearing this Hannibal looks at her.