MONSTERS IN MY DREAMS ____ ,

[Whipster]

"BRING YOUR LOVE, BABY, I CAN BRING THE SHAME. BRING THE DRUGS, BABY, I CAN BRING THE PAIN."

Spring was new in the air. It came slow and steady, leaving the colt freshly two. He stood out against the islands vivid greens and blues; his own were different (far less exotic) and he stood out in this island of new. The boy, Rakharo, wondered what it was like to live in paradise like this, because never before had he the chance. And here was where he felt safe, for the first time since leaving home, and it was enough to make him stay. A day passed, two days passed - the sorrel spotted colt remained tucked away, close to the chest of the jungle. Few times had he heard the light steps of others, fleeing as quick as he could, but he always returned. Loneliness crept through every part of him, and this swayed his decision to venture from his thicket, into the open, a place he had never been before. Rakharo's limbs took him miles, solitude known to him for... maybe the first time.



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[★SPACED]

"COME WITH ME UNDER THE SEA
WE HAVE ALL YOU'LL EVER NEED
DRINK SWEET SALT THE PAIN WILL PASS"

The Islands were an endless source of wonder for the girl made of sunsets and roses, her forest green eyes wide with honesty and integrity, taking in every shifting leaf and every dancing shadow. She spent most of her time with her brother and mother, and on some special occasions she slept by her fathers side. She could tell he wasn't the kind of man to love easily, and knew there were other children running around the island that didn't get the same care as she did - and this, she knew, was because of her mother. It warmed her little doves heart, knowing that the love between them was so vast and so deep that even she got to experience a level of it. And while Éponine was still young she knew, on some level, that this was what she wanted in life.

She'd noticed recently, and only recently, that there was boy living on the Island that she did not know or recognise as her brother, or cousin, or relative. She had hidden, watched him - he was always alone. He seemed awfully exotic, his coat unlike any she'd ever seen before. For this, (and also because he was terribly handsome and exciting), she waited today for him to emerge. And emerge he did. Éponine remained in shadow for a few moments, but did not wait long to step forward, her delicate legs sliding easily forward, the gracefulness of all Paradisum's children easily noticeable in her movements. She waited for him to notice her, wondering what it was he saw - was she beautiful? She'd always been told so by her mother, but of course Ohio would have told all of her children so. Her voice crept forward, a little nervous, a little excited;

"Hello.."

Whipster me too!!

[Whipster]

"THERE'S AN OLD VOICE IN MY HEAD THAT'S HOLDING ME BACK, WELL TELL HER THAT I MISS OUR LITTLE TALKS. SOON IT WILL BE OVER AND BURIED WITH OUR PAST. WE USED TO PLAY OUTSIDE WHEN WE WERE YOUNG, SO FULL OF LIFE, AND FULL OF LOVE."

Rakharo has kept his attention on the birds whom sing overhead -- they are wild, in every sense of the word, exotic, too; a mosaic of reds and yellows and blues. They've entranced the boy, enough that the approaching girl goes unheard as she slips through the shadows and plunders into the abyss of his presence. Neither of them know what's to come. And her voice, though breaking every inch of silence he had built, is as light as a feather, running across his ribs and hips. A sharp exhale escapes him, turning a cautious eye to her, surprised by what he sees. He does not see her as the smooth skinned girl she is. He sees the roses and tulips that are tightly wound in her bones, the diamonds and pearls strung around her heart, even the emeralds for which her eyes resemble.

What does she see?

A recluse; a nervous wreck; a lonely marauder of his lines. A boy with spotted skin whom has no earthly business on this wondrous island. "H - h -" Rakharo tries to gather the words, but he simply turns his grown away with scarlet growing hot on his cheeks. He sucks in a breath, calms his fraying nerves, and then refocuses on her.

"You live here?"



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[★SPACED]

"COME WITH ME UNDER THE SEA
WE HAVE ALL YOU'LL EVER NEED
DRINK SWEET SALT THE PAIN WILL PASS"

He looks at her suddenly, and with such voracious wonder that she suddenly wonders if she has become one of the coloured birds she knows he loves. Her own breath hitches with the thunderous speed of her little bird heart and she traces the lines of his sharp jaw with sudden attention to detail, avoiding his gaze at all costs because she's afraid to look. He turns his head away so it's her turn to embrace him with emerald eyes, following the exotic pattern of his skin and feeling her skin tingle with excitement. What does she see?

She sees future, destiny, a love to encompass all loves. She sees a lost boy that needs to be found, she sees a new gem to encrust her new, fledgling heart. "You live here?" She nods, quietly, shining eyes soft on his own, thinking that he's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.

"Who are you?"

Whipster love love

[Whipster]

He is silent. She asks him who he is, and for a few moments he cannot fathom to tell her. Who was he? A coward, a flight risk, a monster. His heart cannot handle the burden it now carries, the face of a beautiful girl, someone he knows nothing about and yet Rakharo can feel himself slowly slipping into the abyss of need. Of want. Her question echoes through his mind a few more times, in the hollowed out depths of his chest. Èponine has asked many questions already with her eyes and uncertainty, made him as uncomfortable as could be, and yet he stands with his wide eyes staring in wonder at her face, at her emerald eyes. Who is he?

"Yours," Haro whispers then. His face is grave, but there is a small fraction of a smile on his face, one that's trying not to falter, trying not to give away the butterflies that consume his lungs. The boys lips feel chapped, swiftly turning his head away to lick them and find composure in the way the winds masked the fright inside of him. "Whoever you want me to be," he finally adds, letting a more genuine smile pickle the curves of his maw. Seconds feel like an eternity, and he feels like there is nothing left in this broken life besides her, and whatever the future will hold for them... Is he crazy to think this way of her? A girl he doesn't know, who looks at him with those eyes that make his heart stop.

"My mother called me Rakharo."



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[Whipster]

Would you like the continue this, or shall I make them a new thread? ★SPACED c:

[★SPACED]

New thread! Maybe Haro can be protective of her after Para's death etc.? Whipster