TW: Drabble
They were echoed across dreams. They didn't quite understand what it meant, but always they were together
-on a block in the sky, as the architect hammered at a sign and laughed at the words he carefully inscribed and they curled up in bed at night and wondered if they were the only people left in this shattered land.
-in a chaotic world of forests, making their own way through, seeing the far off signs of other people and silently thinking that those people weren't so lucky to have a friend.
-as they roamed the plains, surrounded by strange beasts who might seek to tear them apart but they tamed them and made friends with them because to fight you must have companions, and they would stick together thick or thin.
-sometimes, they were fighting in these dreams. Men of war and little reason, but even as they clashed and dealt bloody wounds to each other, they would laugh and revel in the whole totality of their fight. The lines between fighting and loving were so thin, there.
What does it mean, Lalna? What does it meaaaaan?
How do I know? I'm not a dream anal... lyser... person.
But, really, he treasured those dreams. He kept them close to his heart, and he remembered them in the quiet times between farming and learning.
He hoped Lalna did, too.
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Big Book Of Laljin One Shots
FanfictionIt's what the title implies. A book solely focused on Laljin one shots. Stuff will be tagged accordingly in the title of the chapter. (SFW or NSFW) Trigger warnings will be at the top of each chapter. All credit goes to the people who wrote them. ...
