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Sweet Dreams [Feb. 6th, 2009|11:05 am]
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The sun shone brightly into Eleanea's bedroom, pouring onto every surface. It had been a while since she was awake during the day, and it felt odd -- wrong. She had remembered the sun being warmer than this...When Renais had been here. His arms around her. His lips soft against her skin. The sun reflecting off of his hair and sparkling in his eyes. Every perfect line of his face was burned into her memory, what she saw when she closed her eyes. When they were open.
     Eleanea no longer wore the mask and the black gown.  No. Renais wouldn't have wanted her to do that. However, the physical and emotional pain was stronger than ever, to the point it was nearly blinding her. She was sure she couldn't hold on for much longer. But, a dream she had -- one fantastic, unbelievable dream -- had stopped her from ending it all. It had gone something like this...

Eleanea stood in front of the Bazaar fountain, gazing at her reflection. It was radiant, perfect, but tragic. Her auburn hair was thick, shiny, falling in cascades down her back and to her waist.  Her cheeks were blossoming with color. The person she saw was a complete stranger to her eyes. The sky was bright blue and cloudless, the sun shining down brilliantly. People bustled around, chattering and walking across the red cobblestones of the Bazaar. But one person in particular stuck out.
    It was a tall man in robes. His raven black hair was in spikes, his eyes crystal blue. His snow-white skin was nearly shimmering in the sunlight. His face -- handsome, beautiful, stunning, perfect -- was smooth, emotionless. But when he saw Eleanea, his eyes locked with hers, blazing.
   "Renais," she whispered and, then, louder, "RENAIS!" She sprinted towards him, shoving through the crowds of people. His arms were wide, and she leaped into them, twisting her legs around his waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and their lips met. The kiss was urgent, passionate. Eleanea felt light-headed, feeling like she had just taken her first breath of fresh air. She was crying and laughing at the same time, but unable to pull away from him. She was afraid that if she moved, he would disappear.
   "I love you," Renais pulled away long enough to whisper. "I love you. I'm sorry. I love you."
   "I love you, Renais," she murmured, pressing her lips to every part of his face. "I need you. Please don't leave. Please. Please don't leave me."
    "I won't," he said fiercely, putting his hands gently on either side of her face. "Never again. I will always be here, my dearest. My Eleanea." She was just crying, now, tears falling thick and fast down her face, burning her cheeks. Renais brushed the tears away with his lips, holding her to him. She noticed his now blue eyes looked watery, as well.
    "I love you," they whispered in unison.

That was when Eleanea woke up to Mithiri shrieking her morning call. She closed her eyes, trying to hold onto the dream. But that was silly. She would always remember it, no matter what happened to her. It was precious. But it had felt so...real. Oh, what she would give for that to be true. Her life, eternal damnation? Of course. Just for one moment with Renais, so she could say how much she loved him. How much she needed him, how much she missed him. But...she had no idea if she would ever get the chance.