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((first-person POV again as usual.
Dream effects: If the writing's not clear enough: satisfaction, some fondness toward the girl (she's a friend, maybe more than that) and then great amusement. ♥
For the very observant: In his dream, his left hand is very much missing that atma mark on the back of it. Also, he's not wearing a Junkyard uniform in the dream, but regular jeans and a green tee, like he's been doing in Som for a while now.))
(click HERE for full view on dA ♥ I don't want to break everyone's layout with posting the huge pic here. XD)
Harley pushed the needle through the little doll's wrist again, securing the cloth to the end of the ribbon with another careful, tiny stitch. He pulled the needle through....
( Cut only because I can; visible to all )
Harley sighed, the doll's little mitt and the needle hanging down over his shins to the floor as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, trying to clear his head. He glanced at the window -- it was dark out -- and frowned. How long had he been sitting there against the side of his bed, sewing? Clearly long enough for his mind to start playing tricks on him.... ugh.
And then he noticed the Dreamberry sitting on the bed near his head was on and glowing. Yeah, gonna turn that off if no one calls first. ...wait, was it just pinkish for a second there? What.
Dream effects: If the writing's not clear enough: satisfaction, some fondness toward the girl (she's a friend, maybe more than that) and then great amusement. ♥
For the very observant: In his dream, his left hand is very much missing that atma mark on the back of it. Also, he's not wearing a Junkyard uniform in the dream, but regular jeans and a green tee, like he's been doing in Som for a while now.))
(click HERE for full view on dA ♥ I don't want to break everyone's layout with posting the huge pic here. XD)
Harley pushed the needle through the little doll's wrist again, securing the cloth to the end of the ribbon with another careful, tiny stitch. He pulled the needle through....
( Cut only because I can; visible to all )
Harley sighed, the doll's little mitt and the needle hanging down over his shins to the floor as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, trying to clear his head. He glanced at the window -- it was dark out -- and frowned. How long had he been sitting there against the side of his bed, sewing? Clearly long enough for his mind to start playing tricks on him.... ugh.
And then he noticed the Dreamberry sitting on the bed near his head was on and glowing. Yeah, gonna turn that off if no one calls first. ...wait, was it just pinkish for a second there? What.
