Dream

Disclaimer: All of the characters,settings etc depicted in the following chapters do not belong to me. I just play with them awhile.
A/N: This takes place almost a year and a half after Decalogue:River


1. Dream
He prefers not to think. Never been good at it. What’s the point of trying?
He is more for the doing of things.
But sometimes when he’s startled by her watchful presence she lingers on his mind and he feels the stirrings that he has no right to feel.
She’s but a child. An insane, dangerous, psychic child.
Still he dreams of that dark curling hair falling like night’s curtain over him.
He wakes in a sweat, sleep memory of great dark eyes and a faint curl of a smile vivid in his mind.
He cleans his guns in penance.