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a dream is a wish your heart makes ( raphael | ada )
[ When Raphael stirs, the last thing he remembers is a distant, haunting melody. There are still so many questions... like why the reconstruction, and why do they have to be asleep for it? For how long? He remembers the ten-minute warning, and resisting the lull of sleep--wondering when or if he'd ever wake up, if he gave in. There's no way any of this could mean something good for them, but hey... a guy could dream.
He doesn't stay still for long, though. The morning sun beams on his face, which makes him regret opening his eyes, but nonetheless, he sits up, surrounded in a garden of flowers.
...
He rubs at his eyes. They must be playing tricks on him--and it's about then that he spots his hat a short distance away from where his head had been resting. Running a hand through his hair, he realizes that it really is his; so he reaches for it before a gust of wind kicks up to blow it away.
--Wow.
He clicks his tongue, but wears an amused expression as he goes after it--because of all the mundane things he could have woken up to, this had to be one of the most domestic and uneventful.
...Not that he can complain. He doesn't even realize where he is. It must be some magical place, where a missing hat is the worst of his problems.
Vaguely, he wonders if he's dead; but he intends to find out soon enough. ]
He doesn't stay still for long, though. The morning sun beams on his face, which makes him regret opening his eyes, but nonetheless, he sits up, surrounded in a garden of flowers.
...
He rubs at his eyes. They must be playing tricks on him--and it's about then that he spots his hat a short distance away from where his head had been resting. Running a hand through his hair, he realizes that it really is his; so he reaches for it before a gust of wind kicks up to blow it away.
--Wow.
He clicks his tongue, but wears an amused expression as he goes after it--because of all the mundane things he could have woken up to, this had to be one of the most domestic and uneventful.
...Not that he can complain. He doesn't even realize where he is. It must be some magical place, where a missing hat is the worst of his problems.
Vaguely, he wonders if he's dead; but he intends to find out soon enough. ]