![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
TDIR: The Dark, Rising
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Bran writes to Will about his dreams. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
10_letters.
Dear Will,
I haven't written to you in ages, I know. There's been so much school work, and Da's been keeping me out with the sheep when I haven't been doing sums and writing essays. I don't even want to go to university, so I don't see why I should work so hard, but I suppose it's all worth it. I suppose you're still planning to go somewhere fancy, like Oxford or Cambridge.
Things have been really quiet around here, anyway. So much so that it's really weird, but I've been having these nightmares. Don't you dare laugh at me, mind. They're not all nightmares, I suppose. You're in most of them. I think they're about when we first met, but we didn't do anything like it... there's no cave or anything in these hills, anyway. I don't suppose I'm making much sense. Apparently when I write letters I start going on and on and on. Sorry.
It was when there was a big fire. Do you remember? In the dream, it was as if it was happening all again. I could even feel the heat of it on my face. And then we went up to Craig yr Aderyn (Bird Rock, to you sais) and... we went inside it somehow. I'm sure it couldn't really have happened, but in the dream it was so clear. There were three men, inside, after we went down some steps and we... saw things. And one of them, in the dream, I thought he was my father, but he was nothing at all like Owen. It wasn't a bad dream, but it was so like all the other dreams that I suppose I put it in the same category.
Last night, though... as I was laying in bed, and I might've been asleep already, I felt the Dark coming up around me, like a great thick blanket, trying to smother me. It was... I could feel the capital letter. It wasn't just darkness, it was The Dark. It was so... For the first time since I was little I woke up screaming and my Da ran in.
I felt as if I should tell you, somehow. It's probably stupid. You don't have to write back to this one. I'll write to you properly soon, I promise.
Love,
Bran.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Bran writes to Will about his dreams. For
10_letters.Dear Will,
I haven't written to you in ages, I know. There's been so much school work, and Da's been keeping me out with the sheep when I haven't been doing sums and writing essays. I don't even want to go to university, so I don't see why I should work so hard, but I suppose it's all worth it. I suppose you're still planning to go somewhere fancy, like Oxford or Cambridge.
Things have been really quiet around here, anyway. So much so that it's really weird, but I've been having these nightmares. Don't you dare laugh at me, mind. They're not all nightmares, I suppose. You're in most of them. I think they're about when we first met, but we didn't do anything like it... there's no cave or anything in these hills, anyway. I don't suppose I'm making much sense. Apparently when I write letters I start going on and on and on. Sorry.
It was when there was a big fire. Do you remember? In the dream, it was as if it was happening all again. I could even feel the heat of it on my face. And then we went up to Craig yr Aderyn (Bird Rock, to you sais) and... we went inside it somehow. I'm sure it couldn't really have happened, but in the dream it was so clear. There were three men, inside, after we went down some steps and we... saw things. And one of them, in the dream, I thought he was my father, but he was nothing at all like Owen. It wasn't a bad dream, but it was so like all the other dreams that I suppose I put it in the same category.
Last night, though... as I was laying in bed, and I might've been asleep already, I felt the Dark coming up around me, like a great thick blanket, trying to smother me. It was... I could feel the capital letter. It wasn't just darkness, it was The Dark. It was so... For the first time since I was little I woke up screaming and my Da ran in.
I felt as if I should tell you, somehow. It's probably stupid. You don't have to write back to this one. I'll write to you properly soon, I promise.
Love,
Bran.
no subject
I'm curious now as to how Will responds.