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Post by Rainbow on Jul 5, 2004 2:49:47 GMT -5
hehe, i was working on that chap yesterday, i kept most of it in, but some paragraphs just had to go hehe. I wanna bring Gus back in somewhere he was so fun to write.
Duuuuuuudddeee! ;D
Do you recon i can justify him poping up in Paris. hmmm perhaps not.
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Post by Reens on Jul 5, 2004 9:08:21 GMT -5
DUDE... He was hulaarious! *mis-spelling intended*
Do you guys get "That 70's show" over there? He sort of reminds me of the stoned dude in it... ohh its contagious. Groovy...
The thing I love about fiction the most is that you can let your imagination run wild as long as you can rationalize it, you can put him in, why not? Maybe there is some kind of competion, surf, ski, et al that Gus wants to enter. He sounds like a guy that can be atheletic. Or perhaps he got a modelling job coz' and maybe my one track mind is thinking strawberry blonde here and a chisled to perfection bod *takes a minute to drool* but hey Paris is like "the place" for modelling. ;D
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 6, 2004 8:28:49 GMT -5
I don't think we have the 70s show, i don't know. to be perfectly honnest i'm not really a TV person...
Unless its a movie or an american drama/comedy ;D
Gus as a model, i hadn't thought of the that... hmmm *ponders*
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Post by Reens on Jul 6, 2004 10:44:22 GMT -5
Nah, its a tv show. Big Brother 5 premieres tonight in North America along with Amazing Race. To see or not to see? I know you guys get Big Brother there. I would love to go compete in Amazing Race one day!
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 6, 2004 14:34:13 GMT -5
haha, do you get our big brother or an american/canadian version?
Yup thats been running for a couple of weeks here but i don't watch that either i'm afraid... I watched a couple of episodes of the very first series but kind of got annoyed by it, lol
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 9, 2004 13:44:33 GMT -5
*cpals* yay! all caught up everywhere. I feel much better now. Hari, your writing effects me like no one else can. I am so glad you're still going with this one. I need more now... lol, I like what you Brits call life jackets.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 9, 2004 16:06:18 GMT -5
Life jackets ;D Do you not call them life jackets? Boyance aids... erm erm.. floating things lol.
This story is such a mess, i'm going through it at the moment and the begining was just making me cringe...
she said this, she did that, she stoped, she raah, she she she every d**n sentance started with she...
My own story severly pissed me off lol. So yeah, going through it at the moment, and adding some of the Novel: Trees and a few extra scenes and taking some paragraphs out, etc...
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 9, 2004 16:45:43 GMT -5
lol, ever writer is his/her own worst critic.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 9, 2004 17:49:16 GMT -5
“And he seriously has no idea?” Came the raspy, laid back voice of her companion. Keira balanced the box she was carrying between her knee and the front door in order to free a hand to unlocked it. In her other hand she grasped at two bags that were so heavy they were threatening to cut of the circulation to her fingers.
“I don’t think so,” she replied, “but this is Orli we’re talking about. The poor thing spends most of his life in denial.” The door opened and the box that was leaning against it fell the short distance to the floor. “S.hit!” she cursed as the glass bottles within it clattered together. “I hope that sodding sales assistant packed it well.” She stepped over the box and into the house, her half stoned companion following closely behind.
“Dude, your house is totally wack!” He exclaimed, putting the two bags he was carrying down and gazing around the house. “You done alright for yourself,” he continued, poking at the wall to see if it was paper or paint.
“Yeah well I guess a movie career helps pay the bills,” she chuckled. “You want a drink Gus?” she asked, taking out the assortment of bottles that her bags were laden with. “I gotta get this s.hit at least subtly hidden before Orlando get backs.”<br> Gus pointed his tanned finger towards her and laughed, a stoned and far to chilled for his own good, laugh. “What he won’t know, won’t hurt him, right?” he chuckled, his voice full of pride at his ability to string a line of thoughts together. He fumbled about in his pocket, his movement clumsy and exaggerated, before pulling out a packet of a tobacco and weed mixture.
“Outside!” Keira exclaimed, “I do not want my house stinking of your disgusting pot.” Gus rolled his eyes and sighed, wandering through the kitchen, towards the back door. “Here,” Keira said, handing him a back of assorted bottles. “Hide these out the somewhere will you.” Gus gave her a toothy grin, taking the bag and glancing from the weed in his one hand to the alcohol in his other and back to Keira in front of him.
“Well this comes pretty close to my heaven,” he grinned, turning to pad outside, a contented smirk on his face.
Keira sighed as she watched him wander out. Gus was the complete opposite of her; he was everything her mother would hate. He filled all the character trait stereotypes of a skater cross surfer, dude. His blond hair was matted in dreadlocks that bounced about at his shoulders, he wore the most ridiculous shirts in outrageous colours and patterns, the laces of his wide skater shoes were always trailing beneath his feet and he was permanently stoned. Even if he hadn’t smoked weed with in the last few hours, which was a rare occurrence in itself, he was so used to being stoned that he acted the same with or with out the influence of drugs. He was so laid back that nothing could ever ruffle his feathers.
Keira had met Gus in rehab and they had become good friends. It appeared that rehab had failed as miserably for him, as it had for her. Here he was out in her garden smoking his life away and polluting his mind with weed, whilst she was filling up every hiding place she could find with assorted bottles of alcoholic substances. In truth rehab couldn’t have failed more colossally. Keira unpacked the last bag of bottles, pushing them to the back of the cupboard under the sink. She left out one bottled and poured herself and Gus a glass before pushing that bottle under the sink to meet the others. She picked up the two glasses, taking a sip of hers, and walked outside to meet Gus.
“So where’d you hide it?” she asked, handing him a glass. He took the glass and a sip from it, waving the hand holding a spliff towards a toolbox Keira didn’t even know she had. “Cool,” she nodded approvingly, taking another sip from her glass. Gus offered her the spiff but she declined, waving her hand at him. “Those things will kill you, you know,” she said, mater-of-factly, to which Gus shrugged and brought it to his lips.
“So,” Gus began in his usual slow and tranquillised manner, “this Orlando dude that you’re living with, are you and he...”<br> “Just friends, temporarily housemates, I guess,” Keira finished for him. “On screen love but alas not off,” she concluded in a melodramatic voice.
“But you’re like totally in love with him, right?” Gus coughed, having taking rather a large puff of weed. He momentarily staggered, the world around him spinning. “Wow, head rush man!” he informed, cheerfully.
Keira laughed at him, holding him on the shoulder in an attempt to steady him. “You can meet him later,” she said, lifting his wrist so she could peer at his watch. “He’ll be back in about 3 hours,” she continued, dropping his arm, which swung almost uncontrollably to his side.
“Cool,” was the only response she got from him, and likely enough the only response she would get for the next twenty minutes. She guided him to the garden bench and returned to the house to top up her glass before coming out to sit beside him, as the time ticked away.
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Post by Reens on Jul 11, 2004 15:03:49 GMT -5
Oh yay! Gus is back. Woo hoo I can't waittttt for you to write him in the later story. Another fab chapter babe. I expect no less from you.
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 11, 2004 16:08:11 GMT -5
*snorts* Gus Gus! Aghahhaha...
Sorry, I watched Cinderella too much when I was little. I was expecting Jaques and Lucifer the cat to come out as well.
This is getting quite interesting. *nods nods*
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 11, 2004 16:11:10 GMT -5
yup yup yup. that who he's named after. Ugg.. gus, gus... hehehehe
Give the mouse some blond dred locks and a surf board and we're nearly there.
hmmm, Jaques and Lucifer. nice idea. i will try and write them in and you will have to see and guess when they appear ;D
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Post by Reens on Jul 12, 2004 10:06:30 GMT -5
Chants *update ... update ... update*
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 12, 2004 10:44:21 GMT -5
I wrote part of the last chapter whilst listening to Richard Marx: Right here waiting and nearly cried.
I was so mean to them...
But nuff spoilers erm erm update woo, where'd i get up too? Shrugs, the chapters are screwed now. 19 or somewhere in the middle of 5...
“Keira?” Orlando called, letting himself in. “Keira babe, are you here?” He walked through to the kitchen placing the two books he had picked up at the airport, on the table. He picked up a jacket he did not recognize, from the back of a chair and scowled at it, fumbling it in his fingers before a squeal from outside distracted his attention. Orlando casual wandered over to the window and peered out into the garden, a slight stab of jealousy rushing through his body, as he watch Keira and a man with blond dreadlocks wrestling in the grass. Putting the coat he had subconscious carried across the room with him, back over the chair, he walked out into the garden. He coughed, partly to get their attention and partly to ready himself for the dreaded introduction to whom he presumed was the boyfriend.
“Orlando,” Keira squealed in delight, jumping up and running to him. She flung her arms round his neck, like a small child running to its mother, and planted a soppy kiss on his cheek. Orlando smiled at her, rubbing his wet cheek with the palm of his hand in slight embarrassment. Keira took his hand and led him to her slightly stoned friend.
“Orlando this is Gus,” she said, cheerfully waving from one to the other. “Gus… Orlando,” she added, as if it was necessary just to emphasize the point.
“Dude… Nice to, like, finally meet you man,” Gus said, in his husky laid-back tone, slapping Orlando on the back. Orlando forced a smile and nodded his return of the greeting.
“So how do you know Keira,” he asked, not entirely sure he wanted to know the answer but wanting to seem polite in making conversation.
“Rehab,” Gus replied, nodding his head to drum beat only he could here. Orlando glanced from Gus to Keira and back to Gus as an awkward silence fell.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” Orlando said, finally breaking the silence. Keira looked at Gus as if seeking approval.
“Oh sure you guys, like, go ahead man,” Gus responded cheerfully, “I’m just gonna… you know,” he mimed smoking and proceeded to take out the packet of his tobacco/weed combination and roll himself a cigarette. Orlando raised his eyebrow and was about to say something when Keira tugged at his shoulder and pulled him inside.
“That scary looking guy is smoking cannabis in your back garden. Do you not have a problem with this?” he hissed, when they were out of earshot.
“Oh please, like you’ve never smoked weed?” Keira jeered, knowing full well the mischief he got up to in New Zealand.
“There are children next door,” Orlando answered in disgust. “Who the hell is this guy anyway and if your about to tell me your dating this pothead, please just shoot me now.” He shook his head, trying to repress the immensely scary visuals that had just entered his mind.
Keira stepped away from him, her face screwed up in confusion and abhorrence. She was completely disgusted by his response. “When the hell did you become so prejudice?” she said bitterly, but her disappointment obvious. She wrinkled her nose, his words repulsive to her as she took yet another step away from him.
“Keira I…” Orlando began, “look I’m sorry… okay. I just… I don’t understand.”<br> “d**n right you don’t. Who the hell gave you the right to barge in here and tell me who I can and cannot be friends with,” Keira said, her voice raised and her features twisted in hatred.
“I didn’t say that,” Orlando tried to justify. “I just get a little concerned when the people I care about chose to spend their time with drug addicts,” he said, in a raised voice.
He continued before Keira could get a word in, knowing that he was about to get the backlash of his accusations. “I’m sorry I just… I have little respect for people that are so pathetic they feel they need to get a high off drugs just to get through a single day. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s got a cocaine addiction in there too. That guy’s is far to tranquillised for his own good.” He paused but made sure he didn’t leave enough time for Keira to speak. “Don’t get me wrong; I’m sure Gus is a great guy, when he’s not as high as a sodding kite or moping about with withdrawal. Oh and if he’s still smoking that crap then why the hell is he out of rehab. Maybe he should be back there.”<br> His eyes dropped to the ground. He immediately felt guilty for his outburst knowing that he had gone too far. He waited for the repercussions of his rant but they didn’t come. He looked up to meet her eyes and immediately wished he hadn’t. They were so full of sorrow, of pity at his narrow-mindedness perhaps but mostly disappointment.
“Do you think that of me?” Keira said softly, as she realised that all she had told herself could never be true, in actual fact was. She was beneath him; she was this disgusting, pathetic thing that he pitied because he happened to be co-stars with her.
“Of course not, Keira how can you even think that?” He said soothingly but his words were nothing but salt on the wound.
“He’s a drug addict I’m an alcohol. We were both in rehab…”
“You were an alcoholic,” Orlando corrected, “he is a drug addict.” Orlando sighed, realising this was a pointless argument and he was increasingly hurting Keira’s feelings throughout this conversation.
“As if that makes a difference,” Keira responded bitterly, her voice barely audible. “You know what,” she said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “For me, rehab was a fate worse than death.”<br> Orlando’s stomach lurched and he winced at the words, gazing at her with eyes of guilt and sorrow. He wanted to just apologise, give her a hug and start again but he had said things that could not be taken back. He took a seat at the table opposite her, determined to not get up until this was thoroughly resolved.
“I didn’t want to go there,” Keira continued, “I didn’t think I had a problem. It was everyone else that had the problem. But everyone else was against me. My parents, my agent, my friends, even my brother they were all plotting against me and I hated them for it. I hated rehab and I blamed my suffering on them and suffered more as a consequence.” She paused, poking at the table and picking up one of the two books Orlando had brought form the airport. Orlando watched in affliction as she read the title.
“Finding what you didn't lose by John Fox,” she paused before reading the subtext “expressing your truth and creativity through poem making,” she looked up at Orlando and smiled before putting the book down and continuing her story.
“I didn’t want to go and I hated it there. It changed me forever and I will always look on my time there with regret, bitterness and hatred.” She smiled, “you probably noticed that already.” Orlando managed a weak smile in return, feeling more and more guilty as her story progressed.
“Gus was already there when I arrived. He was there for drugs, you were right with the cocaine and he was also on heroin. They got him of it Orlando.” She sighed, playing with the other book. It was cook by pictures book but she hadn’t registered that. She was merely flicking through and noticing colours and patterns.
“What’s a bit of cannabis compared to heroin?” She shrugged. “Gus was a friend to me; he was my only friend there. His company made it bearable, he was there when no one else was. I don’t agree with the things he does, he has absolutely no morals and the most disgusting eating habits but he was my friend. He was my companion in that hell and for that I will forever be indebted to him.” She closed the book and pushed it away from her, turning to look over her shoulder and in the vague direction that Gus might be. “He’s a nice guy, a bit crazy but his heart’s in the right place. I think you’d like him, if you gave him a chance.”<br> “Keira, I’m so sorry,” Orlando said softy. His eyes showed his sincerity and self-loathing and Keira couldn’t possibly be angry with him.
“It’s okay,” she smiled. “You were just looking out for me, I know.” Orlando smiled a weak gratitude, but the apparent complete lack of anger only made him feel more guilty.
“Tell you what,” Keira said, noticing his dejection. She opened a page of the picture cookbook and said “you can cook me this.” She grinned broadly pointing at the picture. “We can all sit down and have dinner together and then you’ll know what I mean about his eating habits,” she chuckled and Orlando couldn’t help but laugh too.
“Your on,” he said, grinning and standing to give her a big hug. They remained in an embrace for a few minutes before Keira pulled away and smiled. She handed him the picture book and turned to walk outside and back to Gus. Orlando watched her leave, a content smile on his face and sighed. What had he ever done to disserve the compassion of the most beautiful, understanding and forgiving person in the world?
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Post by Reens on Jul 12, 2004 10:53:25 GMT -5
Ohhh no... no no no... I thought I was the mean one! I've noticed the most moving is when it makes you cry...! Like it or not... Well you know where to find me if you need help. As for the chapter... Like whoaaa dudeeee like Gus has finally made his appearance and its like... coooolllllll
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 12, 2004 10:57:05 GMT -5
haha, yup i will post it to you at some point but i don't wanna spoil the stroy for ya so ill send the first...
When i've actually writen it hehe
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 12, 2004 15:03:42 GMT -5
“Do you think that of me?” Keira said softly This was exceptionally clear to me, over anything else I've read of yours. Brilliant. I need more now!
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Post by Reens on Jul 12, 2004 16:20:05 GMT -5
haha, yup i will post it to you at some point but i don't wanna spoil the stroy for ya so ill send the first... When i've actually writen it hehe *squirms impatiently in her seat* LOL okay I will behave.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 14, 2004 17:11:13 GMT -5
I added your little poem ;D
As the Novel extract at the end of chapter Four. Muchos thankies for that.
Okays i am now all sorted, been through the lot, adding in the extracts so now i will focus on updates i promise.
Some of you might be quite amused if you recognise them. There's a couple nabbed out of revenge and a couple out of Swim, hehe. I was just to lazy to write more.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 14, 2004 17:18:37 GMT -5
“Bye Gus, come again soon,” Keira called, as he made his way down the path. He turned and waved giving her a toothy grin.
“Totally dude,” he said disappearing into the darkness of the evening. Keira closed the door and turned to Orlando. She let out a sigh and grinned at him, before they both burst into fits of giggles.
“You know what? You’re right I do like him,” Orlando spluttered between giggles. “I mean like totally,” he imitated Gus’ voice and they burst in to yet more hysterics. Keira regained her composure and thumped him in the stomach, which only made him laughed harder. She sighed and shook her head in mock despair and headed for the kitchen, barely managing to get three steps before Orlando grabbed her hand.
“Wait,” he said, trying to breath regularly. “‘Leave the dishes, there’s something I want to show you.” Keira wrinkled her nose and frowned but let him lead her back to the front door. “It’s a surprise,” he announced proudly, which only made Keira roll her eyes and groan, as he opened the front door and led her out into the darkness.
The moon was high, casting a silver glow upon everything it touched. After a few minutes in the dark, when her eyes had adjusted, Keira realized that the rays from the moon, although casting eerie shadow, were producing quite enough light to see by. She glanced over her shoulder back to the house as it disappeared into a shadowy blackness before turning back to Orlando who was pulling at her hand like a puppy on a lead, desperate to run free. She smiled at him and in a brief moment of not really thinking, brought his hand to her lips and kissed it affectionately. Orlando stopped in his tracks and smiled curiously at her, not quite sure what he done to be rewarded but eager to know so that he could repeat it.
“You’re so cute when you’re in a hurry,” Keira grinned, answering his puzzled look. Orlando raised his eyebrows before turning back to the way he was going. He stood still for a moment, before glancing around. He was thrown; he had completely forgotten what he was doing and where he was going. He felt Keira give his hand a squeeze and push him forward in the direction he had been heading but instead of continuing he turned around to face her.
He let go of her hand, wrapping his arm tightly around her waste and pulling her body forcefully against his. Keira let out a yelp of surprise as Orlando grinned mischievously, staring intensely into her eyes.
“You made me forget where I was going,” he said, in husky, seductive voice.
Keira could feel his hot breath on her face and his chest heaving against hers. She smiled sweetly and batted her eyes like innocent child. “Oops,” she offered, in a sweet a girly voice while smiling coyly. She was on the edge of bursting into fits of giggles and could see that Orlando was also on the verge of laughter but instead he pulled her tighter and as a sharp breath escaped both their chests, he pressed his lips against hers. They were in such a tight embrace that even if the mouths had not been locked they would not have been able to breath. Keira wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down towards her almost instinctively, as the passion of a single kiss burned brighter than all the stars in the sky. When oxygen became an issue Orlando pulled away, releasing his grip of her so that she could breath. Their eyes met; the deep seduction radiating from Orlando’s eyes creating sparks as they met with the intense ardour of Keira’s.
“Oops, my arse!” Orlando growled, before taking her hand and breaking the fervent intensity of their gaze to pull her back in the direction they were previously going. He smiled, satisfied that his punishment was just and amused that her breathing was still coming in short, rugged breaths. If anything his surprise was now going to be somewhat of an anticlimax.
Keira’s jaw dropped open; her eyes were wide, sparkling like little candles as the moon rays reflected from them. She dropped Orlando’s hand and spun round taking in the entire sight before her. She’d lived here for months now and had no idea this place even existed. Orlando couldn’t help but smile at the expression of sheer awe plastered on her face. She was literally glowing, a mixture of joyous energy and the moons determination to make her look as radiant and heavenly as possible.
Orlando had found this place quite accidentally. One night when he couldn’t sleep and hadn’t wanted to disturb Keira he had gone for a walk. His intention had been to head for the lake but taking a wrong turn, only he could manage to make, had lead him to this mystical, magical place. It seemed as if it wasn’t part of the real world, it was a place separate, in another dimension. There was only one path that led there and it was overgrown and not at all obvious from the main track to the lake. It broke away from the path and wound through thickets and trees in the opposite direction from the lake until it opened out into a small clearing.
When he had first seen it Orlando had thought he had strayed into a dream, that there was no way this place could be real. It was an old folly, the front facade of a great castle but the ruins of this grand structure were little larger than a single room. Huge oak trees grew all around it and beneath them were dense thickets. Nature had formed its own impenetrable wall around this ancient and beautiful ruin, as if trying to protect it from prying tourists or destructive archaeologist that would dig up their roots. The stone remains had the same glowing aura that everything did in the moon light, they looked almost silver and as Keira ran in and among them she noticed that the rock was not at all coarse as she had expected but smooth. She danced in and out of the shadows and walls like a fairy, a beautiful angel sent to bless the land and as Orlando slumped to the ground, resting against one of the outside walls, he could have sworn this was little more than a dream. His eyes flickered closed in sheer bliss, as the dancing light of Keira seeped through his eyes lids and continued to dance in his mind.
After exploring every nook and cranny, every wall and stone and every tree and shrub around the entire area, Keira went in search of the one thing that had beauty equal to this magical vision. She found him resting against a wall, his eyes closed and his chest slowly rising and falling in a deep sleep. His soft brown curls tumbled across a face that was almost silver. She sat beside him, resting her head on his chest and letting her eyes flicker closed.
“Thank you,” she whispered, half to Orlando and half to some great power that must be watching them now. This place was too beautiful and too perfect to simply exist. It must been shaped by the hands of some omnipotent artist, with a greater knowledge of beauty than it was humanly possible to possess. Slumber took hold of her and as she dreamt it was if she were awake. All she could see were images of the folly, images of the moonlight dancing on the smooth stone, and images of Orlando smiling at her.
Her eyes seemed to be closed for little more than a second but already the bright light of the morning was seeping through her eyelids. Keira breathed in deeply but frowned at a smell she was not expecting. She rolled over in the soft sheets of her bed and was disappointed to be confronted by nothing but her ceiling when she opened her eyes. Could it be possible that it was all just a dream? The images were so vivid in her mind; she could remember it all so clearly, too clearly for it to have been created by her imagination. She wasn’t surprised when she rolled over to see Orlando lying beside her. His curls were tumbled across his face just as she had pictured it in the moonlight but his silver face was now tanned and glowing with rays of morning sun light.
He looked so content that Keira couldn’t bring herself to disturb him but she had to know. She had to know if it was real, if the place really existed or if it was all just in her imagination. She couldn’t bear to think that it was all just a dream, that it was a place she would never again be able to visit.
Gently she shook his shoulder. “Orlando,” she whispered. He stirred and groaned softly but didn’t open his eyes. “Orlando sweetie?” she tried again. This time he opened his eyes and smiled at her.
“Good morning my beautiful moon princess,” he said, softly. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled back at him, brushing the curls from his face.
“So it wasn’t just a dream?” she said, the ecstasy at the thought obvious in her voice.
“Oh it was a dream alright,” Orlando said, “the most beautiful wonderful dream. I couldn’t bear to wake up in the middle of the forest and have the dream broken and the magic lost,” his voice was full of awe as he spoke and he reached a hand to stroke her cheek. “We can go there again some time. It’ll will always be there, waiting for us.”
Keira lay back in the bed and sighed the most blissful and contented sigh. She rolled over to be closer to Orlando, draping an arm over him and resting her head on his chest. “Thank you so much,” she whispered, repeating her thanks of the previous night.
Orlando hugged her tightly to him and kissed her hair. “You are more than welcome,” he replied. “Just you never stop believing,” he said, softly. “Never stop dreaming and miracles will never stop happening.” He kissed her hair softly again and let himself drift back into the dream. Keira could hear the soft pounding of his heart where her head rested against his chest and matching her breathing to the rise and fall of his she too closed her eyes, contented to return to the dream.
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