Dreamlike Laughter
Dreamlike Laughter
Reality kisses his sleepless nights, until he dreams of her again.
“Really wish you weren’t here anymore, love,” Milas tells Zimi, sitting by the window of his apartment. When he squints outside, the moonlight gleams too sharply off of the blades of grass.
He needs to tell her tonight. Right here in the dreamscape she made for them to meet across the mountains and rivers between.
She barks out a short laugh, but her shoulders hunch. She begins, “I don’t know who I can trust enough to practice this type of spell. I truly didn’t know I was bothering, hones—”
‘I miss sneaking mom’s pastries to you and spending all night awake because you got a new board game and you’re a horrible, horrible cheater and.’ Words. Words tangle in his mouth, so he blurts out, ‘And, I miss all the ands.’
Quick as a wildfire, she grasps his face with both her hands. He never feels them, but he can see her dark eyes looking into his sandy ones. In these moments, he thinks her a phantom. That the sentinels who swore their loyalty to her killed her before she could cross the city’s borders. With their history, the years stretching like scars on knobby knees and dolls, he could create something real enough to fool him.
Something creaks, like twigs snapping under a wheel. It takes Milas back to the evening before, his hand digging into Elijah’s wheelchair, light stubble not smooth skin, and soft hair brown not black under his hands. When he pulls away abruptly, she puts her hands up in surrender.
The view outside the window fades into fog, but so do the corners of his room. He needs to tell her.
‘I’m sorry, Kazimiera’ he chokes out. ‘I don’t deserve you.’ He slips onto his knees. Promises broken in a heartbeat, heartbeats jackrabbitting with Elijah’s laugh and the way he calls him endearments in something called French, and Milas was such a fool for the litany of mon chou, trésor, amour.
After a pause she says, ‘You kissed someone? ’
He shakes his head vehemently, ‘I didn’t, but I wanted to. I almost did.’
The world stills, or maybe it’s too loud in his head: exile, treason, Elijah. The fog obscures his vision until he can’t see anything past the table.
She grins up at him as if he’s the stupidest person on the planet, and asks, ‘And selfishly hoard your heart all to myself? I couldn’t fit it in the biggest rooms of the palace.’
All air rushes out of his lungs in a sharp exhale, dizzy with relief until he is gasping in short breaths—her forgiveness cooling the splinters under his skin.
When she leans forward to speak in his ear to tell her about him, he is back at the couch with a flickering lamp’s terrible wiring.
He is still talking about him when the fogs submerges him fully.
When he opens his eyes, Elijah’s laughter down the hallway is made of dreams.
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About Me
Hello, fairly active Writeblr, chronic procrastinator, write fantasy, action, paranormal, queer romance. Looking to meet some writing buddies!
Works in Progress
The Undead Necromancer Paranormal - Laila Kivris is a low-level necromancer but an accident turns her into a vampire, she must confront losing her powers and facing her new life. But when people start resurrecting back as vampires, she must partner with the elusive Dr. Sheven before the sleepy town gets the nightmare of the century. Three Amethyst Cures Fantasy - A graduate student trying to finish her thesis on a mysterious illness spreading through the Intangibles city, Esther realizes things are not all that they seem when the royal family gets involved. With a coronation coming up and her cute roommate trying to assassinate her for her thesis, survival is no longer guaranteed.
Livewire Action - Evelyn a.k.a Livewrire's life turns upside down when the CIA suspects her of being the cybervigilante Livewire. Her best friend clears her name, but someone at the CIA isn't convinced. Agent Vivien will stop at nothing to expose Evelyn and puts her on the team to hunt down Livewire. Now, Livewire must face her past and glances that Vivien keeps throwing her.
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List of Superpowers
An incomplete list of powers that can be used for good and evil.
amalgamation – ability to merge existing creations
attack powers – blasting, shock waves, object projection, fire breath, laser vision, etc.
creation – ability to create out of nothing
dream manipulation – ability to change dreams
echolocation – ability to determine locations through reflected sound waves
elasticity – ability to stretch their body in any way
emotions manipulation – ability to manipulate the emotions of others and themselves
empathy – ability to feel and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others
energy absorption – ability to absorb energy from people and objects and use it
enhanced physical skills – like senses, stamina, strength, accuracy, intelligence, speed, etc.
fear inducement – ability to evoke extreme fear and horror in others
flight – ability to fly
hypnosis – ability to hypnotise and manipulate others
immortality – not being able to die
immutability – not being able to get altered by outside forces
invisibility – impossible to see
invulnerability – being immune to all forms of physical harm
knowledge replication – ability to replicate the knowledge and skills of others
levitation – ability to levitate in the air
magic – conjuring things
mind control – having control over another’s mind
omnilingualism – ability to speak and understand every language
portal creation – ability to create portals for transport
psychokinesis – ability to move energy and matter
reality warping – ability to manipulate reality
regeneration – ability to rapidly heal
replication – ability to replicate people (including themselves) and objects
self-detonation – ability to self-explode
shapeshifting – ability to change their appearance
telekinesis – ability to move objects with their mind
telepathy – ability to communicate through their minds
teleportation – ability to instantaneously travel
temperature resistance – ability to survive extreme temperatures
vocal mind control – ability to control people with their voice
x-ray vision – ability to see x-rays
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Character Spotlight
Agent Vivien. Twenty-eight. For her, home is a place you cannot escape like the smoke in your lungs from a housefire your father started. You still cough up dollhouse plastic and holy basil from time to time and it smells like your mother's grave. She picks up after her baby brother's messes who is twenty-five. Her mother dies, but it's the aftermath that sets the implosion. A shark at her job, she keeps moving, she's got to, or she'll drown. She craves the distance and the compartmentalization her job gives, the quick escape from knowing the aftermath of her jobs. Never stick around for the aftermath.
How a Character’s Anger Can Show Up Quietly
Anger doesn’t always slam doors. Sometimes it simmers. Sometimes it cuts.
╰ They go still. Not calm... still. Like something is pulling tight inside them.
╰ They smile, but their eyes? Cold. Flat. Done.
╰ Their voice gets quieter, not louder. Controlled. Measured. Weaponized.
╰ They ask questions they already know the answers to, just to watch someone squirm.
╰ Their words are clipped. Polite. But razor-sharp.
╰ They laugh once. Without humor. You know the one.
╰ They leave the room without explanation, and when they come back? Different energy. Ice where fire was.
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