Setit Puella [OPEN]
Oct. 13th, 2014 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pace_tuaYou need to wake up.
Do not wake the dreamer.
For your own good, you need to wake up.
For the sake of the vision, You must See.
Peace felt herself startle out of her seat in her little office and lifted her head up off the desk. She'd been sleeping a lot lately. Though the man in her dreams no longer seemed to be a problem, his absence had left whispers (or maybe that was the accidental Draug touch, she wasn't sure now).
"What time is it?" she mumbled and pushed her glasses back into place to take a look at the wall clock. 12:13. AM? PM? She didn't know, and the clock wasn't telling her crap. Peace's office was decorated minimally. Perfect for someone who was - nine times out of ten - in her Handler's office, sleeping on his couch.
She picked up a pen and scribbled down the last thing she remembered, then stumbled towards Miklos's office. Her uniform was slightly more rumpled then usual thanks to her napping, but at least she wasn't late.
Or maybe she was twelve hours late.
Ugh.
Do not wake the dreamer.
For your own good, you need to wake up.
For the sake of the vision, You must See.
Peace felt herself startle out of her seat in her little office and lifted her head up off the desk. She'd been sleeping a lot lately. Though the man in her dreams no longer seemed to be a problem, his absence had left whispers (or maybe that was the accidental Draug touch, she wasn't sure now).
"What time is it?" she mumbled and pushed her glasses back into place to take a look at the wall clock. 12:13. AM? PM? She didn't know, and the clock wasn't telling her crap. Peace's office was decorated minimally. Perfect for someone who was - nine times out of ten - in her Handler's office, sleeping on his couch.
She picked up a pen and scribbled down the last thing she remembered, then stumbled towards Miklos's office. Her uniform was slightly more rumpled then usual thanks to her napping, but at least she wasn't late.
Or maybe she was twelve hours late.
Ugh.
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Date: 2014-10-16 05:46 am (UTC)As it should be, if anyone bothered to ask her. She continued to murmur in her sleep, though, occasionally twitching a finger or a leg muscle as she slept.