Disclaimer: I don’t
own them, Jim does.
Wild
Dreams
By
EMI
Have
you ever wondered what she dreams about?...
Oh
you know she has nightmares, that they all have them; The
memories of being tortured by Manticore, of Missions
gone wrong and of unit mates that are dead. You’ve heard her cry out in her
sleep, on the rare occasion that she’d crash in your guest room, that first
year you met.
But
did you ever wonder what she dreams about, outside of the nightmares.
Because you’d be surprised if you knew…
She
like the all of them has vivid dreams, in Technicolor with surround sound and
the heightened sense
of touch, taste and smell.
They
dream of the hunt, of the kill, of the sound and scent of the great jungles of
They
take comfort from these dream-memories, as they invariably come after the
nightmares, helping to ease them back to slumber, back to that moment of peace
and tranquillity, where there is no Manticore, no
White and no Breeding cult out to murder and destroy them.
Because
when they dream these dreams, they are returning to their home, to the core of
their being to where they will always be wild at heart.
So
when you look at her, at the both of them; remember they are not what they
appear; don’t be fooled by the bright and beautiful packaging, of the humorous
banter they share or the long looks she gives you, while he watches her from
the sidelines; remember that beneath everything she is wild and eventually,
that part of her that takes comfort and reassurance from her dreams, will
recognise that part of her that resides inside him as well; and when that day
comes, you’ll have to let her go, because she’s not tame, and if you try to
make her stay to make her feel guilty for being what she is; then she will turn
on you…
She
will rend you limb from limb, shatter bones and eat your heart.
And
when she’s finished she will lick your blood from her fingers and smile with
the acceptance of who she is, of who they all are; of the inevitability that he
has always been her mate, as she has and will always be his.