Jul 19, 2021 3:40:34 GMT -5
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Riven didn’t even realize he fell asleep. One moment he was just resting with his eyes open and the next he found himself wandering through the darkest of tunnels. He couldn’t see anything, nor could he hear anything. It was almost as if all his senses were shut off but he knew it was just his mind searching to connect to another. Ever since he was aware of his powers happening he never felt comfortable walking into someone else’s dreams, even if most were strangers.
As silent steps carried him through the seemingly never-ending darkness, Riven started visualizing a corridor. Walls, doors, wooden floors that cracked underneath his weight, and each light-footed step he made. The dream world or perhaps one should say, the unconscious of a person, was highly complicated - and so was navigating through it especially as a demigod. Riven had by no means the powers of his father. He couldn’t easily slip in and out of a dream, put someone to sleep, or even himself. Maybe it was unfair. Maybe it was a blessing.
With each step further down the darkness, door after door appeared. The brunet halted in front of one. It was plain looking, nothing special - just a door. His hand curled around the knob and he tried turning it… but it didn’t budge. He tried the next door. Nothing. After what appeared to be the twentieth door Riven contemplated giving up. Was this someone’s dream already? No, it couldn’t be. If it was he would have seen them already because that’s how it always was. But then again, this was the first time he got to pick, or at least he thought so.
A sigh escaped his lips when suddenly he heard a click echo through the hallway. A door had opened. Now, he just needed to find the right one. Fortunately, it was easy enough as it stood slightly ajar. The scent of flowers and too ripe fruit, as if someone had left a basket of apples outside on a hot summer day for too long, reached his nose, forcing him to scrunch it ever so softly. He pushed the door open, stepping into the dream. The familiar sensation of falling rippled through him before the darkness parted around him and he could see his surroundings - and a girl.
Quietly, Riven merged with the shadows as best as he could to keep himself out of her sight. Whoever it was, most likely another legionnaire, wouldn’t like being watched in their own mind. Ever since his last encounter with the daughter of Trivia who actually saw him wandering her dream he doubted his abilities to stay invisible. For the briefest of moments, he thought he saw his hand flicker like a broken neon sign. In and out of invisibility.
Riven didn’t even realize he fell asleep. One moment he was just resting with his eyes open and the next he found himself wandering through the darkest of tunnels. He couldn’t see anything, nor could he hear anything. It was almost as if all his senses were shut off but he knew it was just his mind searching to connect to another. Ever since he was aware of his powers happening he never felt comfortable walking into someone else’s dreams, even if most were strangers.
As silent steps carried him through the seemingly never-ending darkness, Riven started visualizing a corridor. Walls, doors, wooden floors that cracked underneath his weight, and each light-footed step he made. The dream world or perhaps one should say, the unconscious of a person, was highly complicated - and so was navigating through it especially as a demigod. Riven had by no means the powers of his father. He couldn’t easily slip in and out of a dream, put someone to sleep, or even himself. Maybe it was unfair. Maybe it was a blessing.
With each step further down the darkness, door after door appeared. The brunet halted in front of one. It was plain looking, nothing special - just a door. His hand curled around the knob and he tried turning it… but it didn’t budge. He tried the next door. Nothing. After what appeared to be the twentieth door Riven contemplated giving up. Was this someone’s dream already? No, it couldn’t be. If it was he would have seen them already because that’s how it always was. But then again, this was the first time he got to pick, or at least he thought so.
A sigh escaped his lips when suddenly he heard a click echo through the hallway. A door had opened. Now, he just needed to find the right one. Fortunately, it was easy enough as it stood slightly ajar. The scent of flowers and too ripe fruit, as if someone had left a basket of apples outside on a hot summer day for too long, reached his nose, forcing him to scrunch it ever so softly. He pushed the door open, stepping into the dream. The familiar sensation of falling rippled through him before the darkness parted around him and he could see his surroundings - and a girl.
Quietly, Riven merged with the shadows as best as he could to keep himself out of her sight. Whoever it was, most likely another legionnaire, wouldn’t like being watched in their own mind. Ever since his last encounter with the daughter of Trivia who actually saw him wandering her dream he doubted his abilities to stay invisible. For the briefest of moments, he thought he saw his hand flicker like a broken neon sign. In and out of invisibility.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"]Dahlia Barlow
