Post by Trevor Paige on Apr 23, 2016 14:21:30 GMT -6
{OOC Note: Takes place right after this thread}
This was much more fitting.
Trevor lazily floated about, his feet a few feet off the ground as he drifted through the trees. He didn't know why his peaceful dreams always took place in a nondescript forest of some sort. He assumed it had something to do with the freedom and openness of the terrain. The traditional worries and concerns of life couldn't find him here. It was like his own little subconscious hiding place he could run away to whenever he felt like things in the real world were getting too suffocating. He could feel the pressure of his waking self melting away more and more the further into the endless expanse of trees and brush that stretched out around him. For the time being everything was quiet and serene, exactly how he preferred his dreams to be.
Movement from the corner of his eye caught Trevor's attention. He slowed to a stop, his feet gently coming to rest upon the soft soil. The movement itself had been a blob of color and shape, like a picture that was dreadfully out of focus. Quickly the edges of the shape sharpened and came into clear view and made a very familiar image. "Of course." Trevor said with a light sigh. Even though he was fully aware of his dreaming and could manipulate the subconscious world around him there were still elements the deep parts of his mind inserted against his will. Given how the previous night had gone it came to no surprise there were bits of his consciousness that would draw out an image of none other than Penelope Adams .
"Exactly what I wanted to dream about." Trevor said dryly, casting an amused glance upward, as if addressing some higher power. "More awkward traipsing around in the woods with..." A sigh escaped and he waved a hand toward Penelope. "Her."
This was much more fitting.
Trevor lazily floated about, his feet a few feet off the ground as he drifted through the trees. He didn't know why his peaceful dreams always took place in a nondescript forest of some sort. He assumed it had something to do with the freedom and openness of the terrain. The traditional worries and concerns of life couldn't find him here. It was like his own little subconscious hiding place he could run away to whenever he felt like things in the real world were getting too suffocating. He could feel the pressure of his waking self melting away more and more the further into the endless expanse of trees and brush that stretched out around him. For the time being everything was quiet and serene, exactly how he preferred his dreams to be.
Movement from the corner of his eye caught Trevor's attention. He slowed to a stop, his feet gently coming to rest upon the soft soil. The movement itself had been a blob of color and shape, like a picture that was dreadfully out of focus. Quickly the edges of the shape sharpened and came into clear view and made a very familiar image. "Of course." Trevor said with a light sigh. Even though he was fully aware of his dreaming and could manipulate the subconscious world around him there were still elements the deep parts of his mind inserted against his will. Given how the previous night had gone it came to no surprise there were bits of his consciousness that would draw out an image of none other than Penelope Adams .
"Exactly what I wanted to dream about." Trevor said dryly, casting an amused glance upward, as if addressing some higher power. "More awkward traipsing around in the woods with..." A sigh escaped and he waved a hand toward Penelope. "Her."