Dancing Grass (Open)

[Blayke 'Lankenstien' Maitland]

[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,531,true][atrb=height,600,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:url(http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa404/Shu-Koneko-Kun/BlaykeTable2.png) no-repeat; padding: 5px; ] Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The constant clicking of clocks was heard around the old house. It's walls covered in wall paper that was old for it's time. There was a slight smell of mildew, maybe even those blasted moth balls, that filled every room. Delicate hands traced over the dusty clocks hanging up on the walls. Their pendulums going back and forth with each stroke of a second. Beautifully colored eyes glanced around. This place never stopped giving Blayke the chills. His grandparents always managed to keep their house in tip-top shape. Save for this little doozy. A clock was damaged, most likely fell in one of his and Anna's scuffles. And the dust had begun to collect atop their frames. Blayke turned away from the noisy objects hanging on the wall. It was time to head back home. His stay had ended abruptly due to the increased amount of Nightmare activity. Only a worrisome mother can cause so much drama in a small family like theirs. They were to be driven back home for protection. Really, it wasn't necessary. Blayke could take care of himself. Sort of. But he knew his mother. The worry wart would cause a commotion and it would never end. As much as he wanted to object, to stay close to the Dream World, he chose against it. Right now the best thing to do was listen to his mother. Mothers do know best. Supposedly. Ducking his head, Blayke walked out of the house. He waved a goodbye to his grandparents, their faces chiseled with wrinkles to signify their age. Ugh, now he had to have a long ride home in a small car. They really needed to get a bigger car for them. Without much of a word, he followed his sister into the vehicle. Glancing back at the old rickety house to stare at his grandparents, Blayke waved once more before the car started and they were off. With the popping noises of the exhaustion pipe, they finally came to a stop. Finally after a few hours, they made it home. Blayke struggled to get out of the car, his size being a problem once more. "Stupid car," He mumbled low, kicking the side of it once he managed to escape its confines. Rolling his shoulders and fixing himself, Blayke turned to Anna. "If mom asked, I'm heading out to the fields. I really need to walk off that car ride," There were no objections. They had a mutual agreement about car rides. Especially since the brown haired teen was tall. He was walking in long strides, towering over people as he walked. Blayke paid no mind to them, he was in his own world again. The thoughts of Nightmares invading more made him question how safe everyone was. How safe was his family? Anna could surely take care of herself, but his grandparents? They were old and could barely take out a fly. Blayke winced at the thought, coming back to his sense. That was harsh. Nevertheless it held some truth. And with them living so close to the Dream World. Trees passed him by as he walked through the forest leading to the fields. It was peaceful, the calming sounds of nature at its finest filling his ears. The leaves overhead shadowed over him, cooling him down from the warm temperature. With his hands in his pocket, he finally made it out into the field. Staring up, he watched as the grass swayed and danced under the suns light. The calming aspect of it soothed his worrying mind. Slowly, he sat down, still watching the grass beneath him. With a sigh of content, he leaned back, laying down in the soft bed of green. Blayke could fall asleep, it was so relaxing.

[Alexander]

Sleep,

That place of wind and dust where He and himself both dwelt both in and out of in harmonious chaos. There, in that place, he walked crunching that green grass underneath the weight of his foot falls and yet as heavy as they fell upon those soft slender blades the steps were silent, too silent, as though the moving of a specter in the dead of night.

He would not see such a one as this come upon him.

And there was no sun.

No,

Not for him.

For as he walked, he walked in perpetual darkness and sometimes snow, and yet the light of the sun at times graced him with it's warming splendor. It was a rare and momentous occasion much too great to ask for and even if he could, it was something he would not dare ask for.

There was snow and a soft wind now underneath the sheen of an auroral gray sky and a menacing white sun that looked downward at the charred out shades of black grass and pitch. There, in that place of darkness and dust he looked and beheld the image of one laying upon these lush gray blades of grass as though dead, truly dead, yet unbeknown to him this one was living.

And the living see not what Alexander sees and Alexander knew not what they see and don't see.

He kept silent as he watched this resting figure from a distance still afar off; closer still and nearby.

With such proximity given, this bleak and blackened world would make itself known to this sleeper, as such a world had it's way of doing, for but a second and in the span of such a second, such a second would seem a greater hour, and such an hour an even greater eternity.

A nightmare.

Alexander walked slowly as slow walkers walked under the weight of a still far off night that strode vigorously upon it's steed to overtake the day and the light. When he came upon this body, this boy, Alexander simply watched closely, ever so closely, close enough that their faces near touched in the lack of space between.

There was silence in the stare as he watched simply the fallen corpse underneath him.

There was wind,

There was snow.

[Blayke 'Lankenstien' Maitland]

[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,531,true][atrb=height,600,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:url(http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa404/Shu-Koneko-Kun/BlaykeTable2.png) no-repeat; padding: 5px; ] With eyes shut, Blayke let the sun's warm heat up his face. He had to be careful. It wouldn't be a great idea to get sun burn before heading home. Especially considering how pale the tall teen was. In his content, Blayke's eyes re-opened to watch the clouds pass. Birds passed every so often and his gaze followed as they soared across the sea of a sky, leading back into the lush forest for safety. He slightly wondered what it would be like to fly. Who knows, in the Dream World it was probably possible for someone. If they can imagine it well enough. That would be a great achievement. Just like the thought of a mechanical arm. A smirk grew on his face, liking the idea that popped in his head. Closing his eyes, Blayke made himself more comfortable on the hard ground. His arms went under his head, acting like a pillow. His thoughts swam more. The Imaginer was 18. Being home schooled was amazing and all, however Blayke wanted to do something with his life. Going to college, maybe the School of Lamir, sounded like an option he could take. If his parents let him. Had Anna even gone to college? He chose not to think about it, delving deeper into the idea of being a college student. Meeting more people. It could help with his shyness. Or make it worse. One could only tell if they took the chance. Plus as amazing as it did sound meeting people, he did in fact favor the peaceful moments alone. Like right now. Having his eyes shut, his vision was nothing but a red haze. It would most likely hurt to open and stare directly at the sun. Which would also be a very dumb idea too. However, when the red suddenly vanished, it gave Blayke the reason to open his eyes. He came face to face with a male so close to his nose and nearly screamed. Never had he ever thought that he'd wake up to see someone staring down at him so intently. It was hard to tell how old the older male above him was. Somewhere between Blayke's own age and older by the looks of it. It may have been hard to tell, but Blake was shaking ever so slightly. This was unusual for him. Extremely unusual. He was fearful. His vividly colored eyes darted around. Speak. Find out who the heck this guy was and get him away from your face. There was a tiny voice in his head screaming at him to do something. "U-uhm. M-may I help you?" His voice was low, shaky even. Not that the volume mattered. The close proximity between the two could allow one to barely whisper and still be heard.

[Alexander]

Alexander was taken back;

Quickly, Alexander was taken back.

When so suddenly this boy's eyes opened wide, Alexander took a quick step away as though startled and indeed he was startled as indicated by the comical yet frightened yelp given upon taking such a cautious step aways from the now woken corpse of a giant boy. Though usually fearful of nothing, Alexander found himself engaging such a scene with unusual reserve. Strangely, this was nothing new to him.

And indeed Alexander heard the boy's low spoken words, how they were almost as whispers spoken soft underneath the pale white sun, and yet it meant nothing to him for his ears seemed all the more closed to such a sound as this though he heard him quite clearly in the midst of soaring winds and crumbling earth.

"Well that is that and this is this." Alexander spoke to the ether; the sheer lunacy in his voice was prevalent over what sanity once, if ever, reigned. With a single slow and careful step forward yet again, Alexander leaned toward the fallen boy and jabbed a softly firm jab unto his stomach with an end of that metallic pipe as to confirm both the existence of this boy and the state of him.

But dead or alive,

Sick or healthy,

Who was he kidding?

Of course this boy wasn't real.

Nothing ever was these days,

Nothing will ever be again.

And if he wanted him alive he would simply will it to be so and it would be perhaps now or in some future time afar off, though he would have no recollection of ever having willed such a one as this to be alive, and perhaps he has already willed him to be alive in some time long far off in the days of a blackened and distorted past.

"Are you Little John?" A quick question asked for seemingly no apparent reason. He, himself, would be lying if said he knew why he had asked such a thing but then again he hadn't been asked why he had asked such a thing so the opportunity to present such a lie or otherwise the truth thereof had yet to present itself.

Perhaps it never will.

[Blayke 'Lankenstien' Maitland]

[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,531,true][atrb=height,600,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:url(http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa404/Shu-Koneko-Kun/BlaykeTable2.png) no-repeat; padding: 5px; ] When the pipe jabbed him, he jumped. That was unexpected. What the heck was going on? Quickly, Blayke sat up, staring at the other, still in confusion. Now that he could get a better look at him, Blayke noticed quite a few things. Despite the ripped clothing and somewhat of a child like look, he could see muscles peaking out. If there was a fight to break out, it was obvious this dark fellow would have the upper hand. He stood up, brushing off the dirt from his pants and grass from his sweatshirt. "Sorry, I'm not this 'Little John' you're looking for," His vividly colored eyes stared intently at the other, still taking in this whole situation. As much as he wanted to ask what the other was doing here, it would seem rather weird since Blayke had come here randomly too. Mainly to stretch and clear his mind. But that wasn't going so well. He felt a little awkward staring down at the other, his height being about the only intimidating factor about him, so he chose to look away. His eyes stared over at the acres of grassy land. "My name is Blayke," Said teen spoke clearly, hiding his nervousness. It was obvious the taller of the two was tense. "And you?" His gaze returned to the other in front of him. Blayke was curious, there was no doubt about that. Was this person an Imaginer like himself? Or maybe a Navigator? Or a Fighter? That would be awesome if he was finally able to meet another person like himself. Admittedly, if he went out and did things, then yeah, he would have found more people. however that wasn't possible for Blayke. It wasn't the type of person he was. Blayke was feeling daring. Talkative almost. It was one of those rare occasion where he could speak freely. Perhaps because it was a stranger and the chance of them ever meeting again was very slim. "If you don't mind me asking," He started again, his voice only a bit shaky than it usually is. "What did you mean by 'Well that is that and this is this'." Given the time, Blayke could most likely figure it out on his own. However, he was being daring. And curiosity was getting the best of him. It was a bit out of character for him. Nevertheless, it was a difference worth making, if it was only for today. Whose to say, despite the unusual behavior of the other, that some kind of... Better understanding, could come from the two. Yes, perhaps that's what made it worth something.

[Alexander]

Sound.

Alexander simply stared at the boy with confusion written upon his own countenance though he was far from confused.

Bits and pieces of this boy's voice were heard fragmented as though an age worn and ancient video tape played back some long and distant memory upon a distorted canvas of shattered glass. It was perhaps best if this boy, this Blayke, refrained from speaking; it only served to aggravate the confusion more so.

But the boy continued on to stir the tumult.

"Will you tell me what you saw?" Low spoken words muddled in lunacy followed immediately after, "I'll tell you what you missed," Alexander looked upward at the eyes of this boy, into them, but there was more. As he looked, he appeared to be looking at something that lay hidden therein, perhaps beyond, perhaps within, "When the ocean met the sky."

Indeed, Alexander's eyes locked securely upon those of this boy's and it was as though a gaze cast from that of the judging angels themselves.

"You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye." Dreary words given sullen in their escape. Sunlight was prevalent but his presence alone seemed to cast a looming shadow between the soft warming rays and the earth below more likened to that of a heaviness of heart. But there was also peace come forth from Alexander; peace alongside the chaotic weight of darkness therein. It seemed very much a duality when from his very being there was given the air of a darkness as though a outward cast fear yet a light also as though a greater peace calling outward begging to be made known.

His voice grew louder.

"When the earth folded in on itself and said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."

His voice hushed to that of a mere whisper as his eyes removed themselves from the boy and looked onward to the darkened grass they stood on with sorrowful eyes reflecting a sorrowful heart wrought in chaos.

"You wasted life,

Alexander held upward that pipe in his hand and aimed it's end at Blayke's neck as though it were the tip of a sword brandished in harsh threat. His gaze not once placed themselves upon Blayke but it was quite obvious that Alexander watched him intently perhaps with eyes unseen.

"Why wouldn't you waste death?"