Someone Special - part 4.
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thekeyholder91Title: Someone Special part 4. Holy Earth
Author:![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta: The lovelyms_belle10 :) Thank you! :)
Summary: Is there such a thing as destiny? Do you believe in dreams? Dom and Matt dream about each other, yet they don't know anything
about the person they spend their nighttime with. Is a meeting in real life possible?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or any of the songs mentioned in this story, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The idea for this story crossed my mind when I heard the beautiful song Someone Special by Poets of the Fall for the first time.
So, I decided to put the four elements in this story and this part is the so-called "Earth dream". Many symbols, fantastic adventures waiting for us. I hope you like ancient Greek mythology. ;) You'll also find some pics at the end.
PART 1. | PART 2. | PART 3.
Someone Special – part 4. Holy Earth
DOMINIC
What can I say; dreams are becoming much more interesting to me than life itself. The excitement I feel every time I go to bed – well, that can’t even be described! I hope this night will bring new adventures with the stranger; I’m really curious to know more about him.
The sun is setting over a mountainous landscape but it’s still quite hot outside; it feels like a Mediterranean area. In the distance I can see a settlement. The sky is a beautiful canvas of oranges and reds; the white walls which reflect them seem made of gold. As I’m about to enter, a huge creature blocks my way and I recoil in shock. Wow, I can’t believe it, there’s this mythical creature called sphinx (the Greek type) in front of me; a bizarre combination of woman head and breasts, bird wings and lion haunches.
“Traveller, you shall not go farther unless you solve my riddle.”
I’m possessed by a mad fear because I know that if my answer is wrong, she’ll gobble me up.
“All right, I take the challenge,” I say with more courage than I actually have.
“If your guess is correct, you’ll gain the knowledge you’ve been craving for.” The sphinx smiles kindly, but I don’t trust her; they are said to be merciless.
“Here’s my riddle: what is common between Arnold, Victorian poet; Flinders, successful navigator and cartographer; Barney, contemporary sculptor; McConaughey, actor; and Lewis, contemporary novelist? The answer not only allows you the entrance to Athens, but it is also your source of happiness.”
I am left breathless…so I’m standing outside Athens? How great is that? Oh yes, back to the question. It’s not easy to appeal to your memory and rational part of your brain during a dream. I concentrate and concentrate, but I seem unable to come up with any solution. These people seem so far away from each other, not only temporally, but even in the domains they worked or work in. Were they born on the same day or in the same city? But why would be a date or a city be my “source of happiness”?
“Traveller, my patience is not infinite and I do not think that the question is difficult,” the sphinx urges me, but I don’t want to become her meal!
I scratch my neck and force my neurons to do their job…oh, come on what could Matthew Arnold have in common with Matthew McConaughey? I don’t think McConaughey’s writing poems in his free time, is he? Then, like lightning, the answer flashes through my mind:
“Matthew! Their first name is Matthew!”
The sphinx looks incredulously at me, but she finally liberates the entrance to the glorious city of Athens: “Hmm, very well, traveller. Have fun at the Dionysia and make sure that you find your source of happiness before the morning.”
I thank her and look at her smirking face suspiciously while passing into a surreal world. I’m excited about the Dionysia, but what about the answer to the riddle? Dreams made me happy lately, especially dreams of the stranger, but what does it have to do with M…oh, I got it! I got it! His name’s Matthew! What a nice name, it fits him! Matthew, now I must find you!
MATTHEW
I always hated dreams in which I am thrown in the middle of a difficult situation, have to act spontaneously, and come up with clever solutions. Spontaneity is just not my cup of tea; I like to consider my decisions. Unfortunately, this is that bad type of dreams and it doesn’t look very friendly.
There are a few stairs hanging in the air and despite my fear of heights, something makes me climb to the last step. I couldn’t go any further because something invisible is blocking my way, but suddenly a kind of a crossword appears in front of me and a voice tells me the following:
“If you reply correctly to seven questions, you will find out the name of the stranger from your dreams. You have two rights to mistake, at the third one you’re out. Do you understand?”
I nod. Damn jangled nerves, I don’t want to mess this up, I could finally get to know what his name is!
“First question: Swedish, Nobel prize winning physicist who invented automatic regulators.”
Ha, easy one! “Dalen,” I say confidently, and the letters shine in the air.
“Second: traditional Japanese art of paper folding.”
“Origami,” I say quickly and hope that the whole quiz will be this easy.
“Third: Roman god of war.”
“Mars.”
“Norwegian playwright of the nineteenth century often called the father of modern theatre.”
Ouch, I am not keen on drama… “Bergman?”
“Incorrect! One more mistake left before the game is over. By the way, Bergman was Swedish.”
Shit! Think, Bellamy, think!
“Ibsen,” I whisper with terror, but luckily the letters appear in the air.
Tricky little system, it won’t let me see how the words were arranged, so I can’t guess the name yet…
“Fifth: longest river on Earth.”
“Longest?”
“You heard what I said. I’m not paid to repeat the questions.”
“Okay, okay, it’s the Nile,” I say apologetically.
“Sixth: the seventh colour of the rainbow.”
“Indigo,” I say with a smirk. They will never catch me off-guard at a physics question.
“The last question: who was one of the most famous boxers in the heavyweight category?”
Damn! Why sports, why? I have absolutely no talent at sports. I always found excuses to not participate during P.E. classes in school; I did “mental gymnastics” instead, haha. Let’s see, boxing…I have two names in my mind, both very famous and hopefully the most famous. When I decide which name to say first, a weird feeling appears in my stomach, but I don’t take it into consideration: “Joe Frazier.”
“Wrong,” the deep voice announces my failure and even the sky turns dark. “You have only one chance left.”
My whole courage evaporated with the wrong answer. Although my other guess is most probably correct, I don’t want to be the victim of a hasty decision. The voice interrupts my train of thoughts:
“It seems the boss likes you a lot. I was told to give you a hint: this boxer’s first name is Cassius.”
How true, somebody must love me up there because my other guess would have been different, though it’s the same person. I would have answered “Muhammad Ali”, but that is the Muslim name of:
“Clay. Cassius Clay,” I reply triumphantly and suddenly the sky becomes bright and I can finally see the following crossword:
“Dominic…” I whisper with reverence and open the door that’s just appeared in front of me.
DOMINIC
When the sphinx told me that I’d be let into Athens, I thought that she referred to the city from our times. To my surprise, I not only travelled across miles of land, but also across more than two millenniums. I’m walking in Ancient Greece and will take part in an authentic celebration of the god of fertility and wine, Dionysus! How cool is that?! In the outskirts of the city, citizens, particularly women, are chanting and dancing, but I have the feeling that the real “party” starts after dark. I must find the stran-, sorry, Matthew, before then (ah, it’s so weird that he has a name now!).
I don’t know how I got them, but I’m even wearing a traditional white robe and some beautiful, handmade gold bracelets. I gape at everything I see around me, and after a long walk, I notice a temple with its doors wide open. I’m about to climb the stairs when a man, dressed in similar clothes as me, appears in the door.
“Dominic!”
I tear my gaze from the ground and if I didn’t know who he was, I’d say that a half god made its appearance amongst the mortals. He descends the stairs with a happy smile plastered on his face and something makes me reach out my hands to hold his.
“Matthew,” I whisper as we stare at each other and smile broadly.
Our intimate moment is interrupted by some cheerful girls who caper around us and put on our heads crowns made of grape leaves. There’s something exciting in the air that makes me smile with my whole being. Matthew looks amazed at everything around us as we follow a crowd into the heart of the city and I tell him that we’re assisting with the Great Dionysia.
“This is absolutely fantastic!” he says with evident joy in his voice and I look at the ever-growing glow of his face. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m in the 5th century BC. I love the ancient Greek culture and taking part at such a famous event as the celebration of the god of wine…”
“And fertility,” I complete for him, pointing to a group of people dancing and chanting, praising earth, the element which gives life to everything, including wine.
We go closer and watch the hypnotizing ritual: the quick movements, the ease with which they bend their bodies and the fervent invitation addressed to the god to come and participate at the splendid ceremonies. To my great satisfaction, Matthew’s previously guarded features change completely as his body is touched by the vibrations of enthusiasm sent by the dancers.
“Did you know that these rituals were meant to purify the soul and liberate people from every constraints imposed by society?” he asks me and I hum curiously.
A man hands us two golden goblets filled with wine and torches are ignited around us, a soft, mystical light enveloping the magnificent city of Athens. I feel a bit lame that I stay so silent, but I know that magic is continuously tying bounds between my fascinating companion and me. We walk farther, following the cheerful crowd and while we sip the aromatic wine. I steal a few glances at Matthew while he drinks (oh my, that pale neck of his is too attractive!), but I also notice him doing the same when he thinks that I’m not watching.
“Look, Dominic, the Acropolis! Come, I think we can witness an original Greek drama!” Matthew says, grabbing my hand and we run beside majestic temples which emanate the perfume of hypnotizing herbs burnt by the priests and priestesses.
However, we stop for a minute in front of the Parthenon. The grand monument – which, by the way, is intact – just simply commands respect with its imposing columns and shadows created by the torches which have been placed everywhere, just like grape leaves. The sight is so elevating that I place my head on Matthew’s shoulder. Luckily, he doesn’t run away; I feel a rush of heat in my body when his hand slides down my back carefully and stops on my waist.
I mirror his position and that’s how we go to the Theatre of Dionysus. Interestingly, we don’t converse much, but I feel as if I’d know Matthew like myself. Something changed him because I know that he wouldn’t have accepted before to sit so close to me. Maybe Dionysus did appear among us and erased the differences and everything that separated our souls from pure freedom.
The rock theatre that holds perfect acoustics is filled with Greeks eagerly waiting for the play, which will show a scene from the life of the celebrated god. Miraculously, our goblets never run out of wine and it enhances the theatric experience. The chorus and actors invade the scene wearing clay masks and high-heeled shoes, so everybody can see them well. Even though I don’t speak old Greek, I somehow understand the words and I smile when Matthew turns to me, probably shocked that he is able to comprehend the passionate rejoinders. After a while, I am completely absorbed by the events on the stage and I’m startled when I hear his question:
“Are you enjoying yourself, Dominic?” Matthew whispers in my ear and a chill runs down my spine as I smell his sweet breath.
The wine colours his thin lips and makes his eyes shine brighter. We stare at each other for long minutes; I sit closer to him and I let my index finger roam on his palm, drawing random patterns which I gladly notice make Matthew shudder. In a sudden moment of boldness, I lean in and whisper back:
“Every moment spent with you…is like a dream, an unworldly experience.”
While we’re still looking in each other’s eyes, the culminating point occurs on the stage and the waves of catharsis wash over me. Emotions couldn’t be stronger and I agree wholeheartedly with the advice given by one of the actors – celebrate and respect earth, the cradle of the most beautiful things because it always gives power to reborn, just like Dionysus is reborn every year. I slowly slip away from the realm of dream with the image of Matthew bending down and kissing the holy ground of Athens to the rhythm beaten by drums and bare feet of the dancers…
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Greek sphinx (I actually saw this statue in Delphi, Greece)
Parthenon at night (just imagine it complete)
Theatre of Dionysus (NOW and how it looked in its good times...)
Author:
thekeyholder (Brigi)Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta: The lovely
ms_belle10 :) Thank you! :)Summary: Is there such a thing as destiny? Do you believe in dreams? Dom and Matt dream about each other, yet they don't know anything
about the person they spend their nighttime with. Is a meeting in real life possible?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or any of the songs mentioned in this story, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The idea for this story crossed my mind when I heard the beautiful song Someone Special by Poets of the Fall for the first time.
So, I decided to put the four elements in this story and this part is the so-called "Earth dream". Many symbols, fantastic adventures waiting for us. I hope you like ancient Greek mythology. ;) You'll also find some pics at the end.
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Someone Special – part 4. Holy Earth
DOMINIC
What can I say; dreams are becoming much more interesting to me than life itself. The excitement I feel every time I go to bed – well, that can’t even be described! I hope this night will bring new adventures with the stranger; I’m really curious to know more about him.
The sun is setting over a mountainous landscape but it’s still quite hot outside; it feels like a Mediterranean area. In the distance I can see a settlement. The sky is a beautiful canvas of oranges and reds; the white walls which reflect them seem made of gold. As I’m about to enter, a huge creature blocks my way and I recoil in shock. Wow, I can’t believe it, there’s this mythical creature called sphinx (the Greek type) in front of me; a bizarre combination of woman head and breasts, bird wings and lion haunches.
“Traveller, you shall not go farther unless you solve my riddle.”
I’m possessed by a mad fear because I know that if my answer is wrong, she’ll gobble me up.
“All right, I take the challenge,” I say with more courage than I actually have.
“If your guess is correct, you’ll gain the knowledge you’ve been craving for.” The sphinx smiles kindly, but I don’t trust her; they are said to be merciless.
“Here’s my riddle: what is common between Arnold, Victorian poet; Flinders, successful navigator and cartographer; Barney, contemporary sculptor; McConaughey, actor; and Lewis, contemporary novelist? The answer not only allows you the entrance to Athens, but it is also your source of happiness.”
I am left breathless…so I’m standing outside Athens? How great is that? Oh yes, back to the question. It’s not easy to appeal to your memory and rational part of your brain during a dream. I concentrate and concentrate, but I seem unable to come up with any solution. These people seem so far away from each other, not only temporally, but even in the domains they worked or work in. Were they born on the same day or in the same city? But why would be a date or a city be my “source of happiness”?
“Traveller, my patience is not infinite and I do not think that the question is difficult,” the sphinx urges me, but I don’t want to become her meal!
I scratch my neck and force my neurons to do their job…oh, come on what could Matthew Arnold have in common with Matthew McConaughey? I don’t think McConaughey’s writing poems in his free time, is he? Then, like lightning, the answer flashes through my mind:
“Matthew! Their first name is Matthew!”
The sphinx looks incredulously at me, but she finally liberates the entrance to the glorious city of Athens: “Hmm, very well, traveller. Have fun at the Dionysia and make sure that you find your source of happiness before the morning.”
I thank her and look at her smirking face suspiciously while passing into a surreal world. I’m excited about the Dionysia, but what about the answer to the riddle? Dreams made me happy lately, especially dreams of the stranger, but what does it have to do with M…oh, I got it! I got it! His name’s Matthew! What a nice name, it fits him! Matthew, now I must find you!
MATTHEW
I always hated dreams in which I am thrown in the middle of a difficult situation, have to act spontaneously, and come up with clever solutions. Spontaneity is just not my cup of tea; I like to consider my decisions. Unfortunately, this is that bad type of dreams and it doesn’t look very friendly.
There are a few stairs hanging in the air and despite my fear of heights, something makes me climb to the last step. I couldn’t go any further because something invisible is blocking my way, but suddenly a kind of a crossword appears in front of me and a voice tells me the following:
“If you reply correctly to seven questions, you will find out the name of the stranger from your dreams. You have two rights to mistake, at the third one you’re out. Do you understand?”
I nod. Damn jangled nerves, I don’t want to mess this up, I could finally get to know what his name is!
“First question: Swedish, Nobel prize winning physicist who invented automatic regulators.”
Ha, easy one! “Dalen,” I say confidently, and the letters shine in the air.
“Second: traditional Japanese art of paper folding.”
“Origami,” I say quickly and hope that the whole quiz will be this easy.
“Third: Roman god of war.”
“Mars.”
“Norwegian playwright of the nineteenth century often called the father of modern theatre.”
Ouch, I am not keen on drama… “Bergman?”
“Incorrect! One more mistake left before the game is over. By the way, Bergman was Swedish.”
Shit! Think, Bellamy, think!
“Ibsen,” I whisper with terror, but luckily the letters appear in the air.
Tricky little system, it won’t let me see how the words were arranged, so I can’t guess the name yet…
“Fifth: longest river on Earth.”
“Longest?”
“You heard what I said. I’m not paid to repeat the questions.”
“Okay, okay, it’s the Nile,” I say apologetically.
“Sixth: the seventh colour of the rainbow.”
“Indigo,” I say with a smirk. They will never catch me off-guard at a physics question.
“The last question: who was one of the most famous boxers in the heavyweight category?”
Damn! Why sports, why? I have absolutely no talent at sports. I always found excuses to not participate during P.E. classes in school; I did “mental gymnastics” instead, haha. Let’s see, boxing…I have two names in my mind, both very famous and hopefully the most famous. When I decide which name to say first, a weird feeling appears in my stomach, but I don’t take it into consideration: “Joe Frazier.”
“Wrong,” the deep voice announces my failure and even the sky turns dark. “You have only one chance left.”
My whole courage evaporated with the wrong answer. Although my other guess is most probably correct, I don’t want to be the victim of a hasty decision. The voice interrupts my train of thoughts:
“It seems the boss likes you a lot. I was told to give you a hint: this boxer’s first name is Cassius.”
How true, somebody must love me up there because my other guess would have been different, though it’s the same person. I would have answered “Muhammad Ali”, but that is the Muslim name of:
“Clay. Cassius Clay,” I reply triumphantly and suddenly the sky becomes bright and I can finally see the following crossword:
“Dominic…” I whisper with reverence and open the door that’s just appeared in front of me.
DOMINIC
When the sphinx told me that I’d be let into Athens, I thought that she referred to the city from our times. To my surprise, I not only travelled across miles of land, but also across more than two millenniums. I’m walking in Ancient Greece and will take part in an authentic celebration of the god of fertility and wine, Dionysus! How cool is that?! In the outskirts of the city, citizens, particularly women, are chanting and dancing, but I have the feeling that the real “party” starts after dark. I must find the stran-, sorry, Matthew, before then (ah, it’s so weird that he has a name now!).
I don’t know how I got them, but I’m even wearing a traditional white robe and some beautiful, handmade gold bracelets. I gape at everything I see around me, and after a long walk, I notice a temple with its doors wide open. I’m about to climb the stairs when a man, dressed in similar clothes as me, appears in the door.
“Dominic!”
I tear my gaze from the ground and if I didn’t know who he was, I’d say that a half god made its appearance amongst the mortals. He descends the stairs with a happy smile plastered on his face and something makes me reach out my hands to hold his.
“Matthew,” I whisper as we stare at each other and smile broadly.
Our intimate moment is interrupted by some cheerful girls who caper around us and put on our heads crowns made of grape leaves. There’s something exciting in the air that makes me smile with my whole being. Matthew looks amazed at everything around us as we follow a crowd into the heart of the city and I tell him that we’re assisting with the Great Dionysia.
“This is absolutely fantastic!” he says with evident joy in his voice and I look at the ever-growing glow of his face. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m in the 5th century BC. I love the ancient Greek culture and taking part at such a famous event as the celebration of the god of wine…”
“And fertility,” I complete for him, pointing to a group of people dancing and chanting, praising earth, the element which gives life to everything, including wine.
We go closer and watch the hypnotizing ritual: the quick movements, the ease with which they bend their bodies and the fervent invitation addressed to the god to come and participate at the splendid ceremonies. To my great satisfaction, Matthew’s previously guarded features change completely as his body is touched by the vibrations of enthusiasm sent by the dancers.
“Did you know that these rituals were meant to purify the soul and liberate people from every constraints imposed by society?” he asks me and I hum curiously.
A man hands us two golden goblets filled with wine and torches are ignited around us, a soft, mystical light enveloping the magnificent city of Athens. I feel a bit lame that I stay so silent, but I know that magic is continuously tying bounds between my fascinating companion and me. We walk farther, following the cheerful crowd and while we sip the aromatic wine. I steal a few glances at Matthew while he drinks (oh my, that pale neck of his is too attractive!), but I also notice him doing the same when he thinks that I’m not watching.
“Look, Dominic, the Acropolis! Come, I think we can witness an original Greek drama!” Matthew says, grabbing my hand and we run beside majestic temples which emanate the perfume of hypnotizing herbs burnt by the priests and priestesses.
However, we stop for a minute in front of the Parthenon. The grand monument – which, by the way, is intact – just simply commands respect with its imposing columns and shadows created by the torches which have been placed everywhere, just like grape leaves. The sight is so elevating that I place my head on Matthew’s shoulder. Luckily, he doesn’t run away; I feel a rush of heat in my body when his hand slides down my back carefully and stops on my waist.
I mirror his position and that’s how we go to the Theatre of Dionysus. Interestingly, we don’t converse much, but I feel as if I’d know Matthew like myself. Something changed him because I know that he wouldn’t have accepted before to sit so close to me. Maybe Dionysus did appear among us and erased the differences and everything that separated our souls from pure freedom.
The rock theatre that holds perfect acoustics is filled with Greeks eagerly waiting for the play, which will show a scene from the life of the celebrated god. Miraculously, our goblets never run out of wine and it enhances the theatric experience. The chorus and actors invade the scene wearing clay masks and high-heeled shoes, so everybody can see them well. Even though I don’t speak old Greek, I somehow understand the words and I smile when Matthew turns to me, probably shocked that he is able to comprehend the passionate rejoinders. After a while, I am completely absorbed by the events on the stage and I’m startled when I hear his question:
“Are you enjoying yourself, Dominic?” Matthew whispers in my ear and a chill runs down my spine as I smell his sweet breath.
The wine colours his thin lips and makes his eyes shine brighter. We stare at each other for long minutes; I sit closer to him and I let my index finger roam on his palm, drawing random patterns which I gladly notice make Matthew shudder. In a sudden moment of boldness, I lean in and whisper back:
“Every moment spent with you…is like a dream, an unworldly experience.”
While we’re still looking in each other’s eyes, the culminating point occurs on the stage and the waves of catharsis wash over me. Emotions couldn’t be stronger and I agree wholeheartedly with the advice given by one of the actors – celebrate and respect earth, the cradle of the most beautiful things because it always gives power to reborn, just like Dionysus is reborn every year. I slowly slip away from the realm of dream with the image of Matthew bending down and kissing the holy ground of Athens to the rhythm beaten by drums and bare feet of the dancers…
__________________________________________________________________________________________
Greek sphinx (I actually saw this statue in Delphi, Greece)
Parthenon at night (just imagine it complete)
Theatre of Dionysus (NOW and how it looked in its good times...)
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Date: 2011-08-30 04:05 pm (UTC)The dream was beautiful and I would kill to be with them there...
Ah, I feel the same, dear! I'd love to see this!
Haha, you had a Muse dream? How cool is that? :D
But really, I can't wait to see how they will meet in reality. And how they will act. Because everything's easier in a dream. But... reality?
LOL the author is concerned about the same thing! xD Though there are at least 3 more dreams till they will finally meet. ;) So I hope I will figure out how their meeting will go.
Dominika, you are a very good reader! Thank you so much for your comments, they always cheer me up! :'D
*hugs*