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dreamcrystals2024-02-03 08:35 am
multidisciplinary) wrote in dreamcrystals2024-02-03 08:35 am
sixth dream π» the well-worn hair band
Sender: Zelda
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
This dream is a simple one, focused not on some grand event or terrible disaster, but on a single blue hairband lying innocuously on top of a wooden desk.
Some dreamers might recognize the hair tie as the same type Link wears, but others will think nothing of it. It's just a ratty old hair tie, its fabric worn and discolored with age, its elastic completely stretched out. It's nothing special.
And yet, you gaze upon it with such deep fondness that a wistful sigh slips from your lips.
It's actually very special, this hair tie. It's your own little treasure, rescued from the waste paper bin one afternoon when you spotted it there and then ordered him out of the house. You claimed you needed silence to concentrate on your work, but that was only half true. (But you still made certain to fill the basket with enough crumpled up paper to look like you worked hard in his absence.)
You sit at your desk, resting your chin against one hand, as you idly roll the worn out hair tie between your fingers. For some reason, fidgeting with it helps you think.
But it also helps you to daydream (especially when you hold it up to your nose, because it still smells like his hair).
You loop it around your wrist and lift your hand, watching it dangle loosely like a bracelet. Could you get away with wearing it like this? You've seen other girls wear hair ties around their wrists; surely you wouldn't look so out of place doing that too.
...Except that you've cropped your hair and it's too short to be pulled back into a ponytail, so why would you need a hair tie readily available? Someone is bound to notice that flaw in logic sooner or later.
You shake your wrist vigorously until the hair tie falls off. Then you pick it up again. You flip it back and forth between your fingers. A silly idea intrudes in your mind... No, don't be ridiculous, you're a princess, a woman grown...
And yet...
You loop and twist the hair tie around your ring finger on your left hand, your heartbeat quickening with each loop and twist, until it fits more-or-less snug around your finger. You hold out your hand and spread your fingers, examining the way it looks on your finger...
Goddess, this is silly. You're being silly.
And yetβ
A noise overhead startles you, making you jump in your seat. You hear the dull thumping of footsteps above your head, the sounds of someone walking over your subterranean secret place. Quick as a flash, you yank the hair band off your finger and shove it into a box beside your desk. Your heart is racing as you slam down the lid. Silly, foolish, ridiculous! It's just an old hair tie, nothing special. Nothing to get so worked up over.
And yet, you can't calm the flutter in your heart.
A voiceβhis voiceβcalls your name from above and it echoes down the well, the entrance to your secret place.
You flatten your hands on the table and take in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to compose yourself. Enough of these fancies. There's no place in your life for them. You have work to do. A kingdom won't rebuild itself!
The dream abruptly ends as you push away from the desk and get to your feet.
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
This dream is a simple one, focused not on some grand event or terrible disaster, but on a single blue hairband lying innocuously on top of a wooden desk.
Some dreamers might recognize the hair tie as the same type Link wears, but others will think nothing of it. It's just a ratty old hair tie, its fabric worn and discolored with age, its elastic completely stretched out. It's nothing special.
And yet, you gaze upon it with such deep fondness that a wistful sigh slips from your lips.
It's actually very special, this hair tie. It's your own little treasure, rescued from the waste paper bin one afternoon when you spotted it there and then ordered him out of the house. You claimed you needed silence to concentrate on your work, but that was only half true. (But you still made certain to fill the basket with enough crumpled up paper to look like you worked hard in his absence.)
You sit at your desk, resting your chin against one hand, as you idly roll the worn out hair tie between your fingers. For some reason, fidgeting with it helps you think.
But it also helps you to daydream (especially when you hold it up to your nose, because it still smells like his hair).
You loop it around your wrist and lift your hand, watching it dangle loosely like a bracelet. Could you get away with wearing it like this? You've seen other girls wear hair ties around their wrists; surely you wouldn't look so out of place doing that too.
...Except that you've cropped your hair and it's too short to be pulled back into a ponytail, so why would you need a hair tie readily available? Someone is bound to notice that flaw in logic sooner or later.
You shake your wrist vigorously until the hair tie falls off. Then you pick it up again. You flip it back and forth between your fingers. A silly idea intrudes in your mind... No, don't be ridiculous, you're a princess, a woman grown...
And yet...
You loop and twist the hair tie around your ring finger on your left hand, your heartbeat quickening with each loop and twist, until it fits more-or-less snug around your finger. You hold out your hand and spread your fingers, examining the way it looks on your finger...
Goddess, this is silly. You're being silly.
And yetβ
A noise overhead startles you, making you jump in your seat. You hear the dull thumping of footsteps above your head, the sounds of someone walking over your subterranean secret place. Quick as a flash, you yank the hair band off your finger and shove it into a box beside your desk. Your heart is racing as you slam down the lid. Silly, foolish, ridiculous! It's just an old hair tie, nothing special. Nothing to get so worked up over.
And yet, you can't calm the flutter in your heart.
A voiceβhis voiceβcalls your name from above and it echoes down the well, the entrance to your secret place.
You flatten your hands on the table and take in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to compose yourself. Enough of these fancies. There's no place in your life for them. You have work to do. A kingdom won't rebuild itself!
The dream abruptly ends as you push away from the desk and get to your feet.
Sender: Alastor
A shame that you cut your hair, hmm? Though the style is quite lovely. A shame no one else seems to think so!
[Seriously what is a "Karen haircut"? Who is Karen and why is her haircut so bad?
If it were Susan, he'd understand.]no subject
[ Zelda is so prepared to open the journal to another teasing remark her feelings for Link that she is completely taken aback when Alastor comments on... her hair? ]
What? What's wrong with my hair?
[ Not Zelda getting all worked up about her hair, thanks Alastor. ]
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[He knows he's a trendsetter.]
Just a shame your hair is too short to use that hair tie. Well, unless you use it to tie off that braided portion you like to add to the style.
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She relaxes momentarily, but it's short lived. As soon as she reads the words "hair tie," she tenses up again. Oh of course that's what this is about. ]
I prefer to use pins to hold my braids in place. They're more secure.
[ That's not the point, Zelda. ]
Even if I found a use for it, someone would surely notice it eventually and comment on it.
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[Totally innocent. He doesn't suspect anything. Honest.]
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Even if I had settled for a little trim or decided to wear it in a full plait, everyone would have remarked on it. People tend to notice every little thing when it comes to a princess, Alastor.
Gif icon made! Sinners rejoice!
But you aren't one here, my dear. Unless you go out of your way to draw attention to it, very few people are going to notice.
π
[ When will the ground open up and swallow her whole so she doesn't have to continue these awkward conversations? ]
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[Sorry, nope.]
Still, if such a thing were to happen, do you know what I'd do?
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And what is it you would do?
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I believe the modern phrase is "own it"! Admit to a silly little mistake and take the teasing head-on! Accept it with a smile, and the teasing will peter out without the joy of watching you get flustered!
Really, there's nothing to be ashamed of in this case, so why act as if the entire thing is a scandal? So there's a hair tie that has particular significance to you! So what? Everyone has something that's precious to them for whatever reason that most look at as junk!
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... But dang if that's not really good advice. Why couldn't you have lead with that? ]
It isn't exactly easy to do such a thing. And I find it hard to believe that everyone has a piece of garbage they treasure. Am I to believe that you have such a thing as well?
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Oh, I never said it was easy to do, but it does get easier with practice!
Of course I do! Why, I still have the very first gift I was ever given here in Reverein even though most would've tossed it out ages ago. It was so special to me that I couldn't bare to part with it, so I've used dreamotion to preserve it as best I can. It's not as vibrant as it was when I first received it, but it's still in-tact!
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Your first gift? What is it?
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How about we make a game of it and see if you can figure it out whenever you decide to visit? We can discuss the idea of a prize if you manage it!
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That sounds like an awfully steep challenge. Especially when I haven't the slightest idea what I would be looking for.
[ Which isn't to say she's not intrigued though. ]
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I'd say that's quite a headstart, wouldn't you?
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I suppose that is true.
[ She pauses for a moment to think. Alastor is tricky and she doesn't want to go agreeing to something without knowing his terms. ]
And what manner of "prize" would I be awarded? I suppose I need not know the specifics, but I assume there are limitations.
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The rules are simple: Starting from the next time you visit, you have five guesses to identify the item in question. This item will be out in the open where anyone could find it, not behind a locked door somewhere. Where's the fun in a game you can't possibly lose?
There's no time limit so you don't need to use all five at once. Why, you could even space them out over a series of visits if you like!
Should you figure it out, you'll not only know something that few others do about me, but I'll grant you one favor within reason: Nothing outlandish like giving up my entire hoard of baubles or anything like that.
As for what I win if you fail, well, I get the satisfaction of watching your frustration! Regardless of if you win or not, I also have the delight in a fun game in addition to at least one visit from a dear friend!
What do you think?
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Very well. I accept these terms.
[ She's grinning a little as she writes those words, because the princess does genuinely enjoy a good challenge. It's the scholar in her. ]
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π
[ Just gotta give this whole hair band dream nonsense a little time to die down first... ]