"Exspecta. momento exspectare, scio te?" Is eam per rimarum densarum ormatum spectaculis intuens, per internum visorum catalogum discurrens.
"Vidi te, novi te."
Risit, sciens, et ludus. Somnium fecerat ei Dominus tentator; Verisimile esset evigilare sine multa memoria qui adulationem in vultu tenebat, modo obscurum subconscious mulieris impressionem subridens subridens et vultu non satis loco.
"wait. wait a moment, do I know you?" He peered at her through the rims of his thick rimmed spectacles, running through an internal catalogue of faces seen.
"I've seen you, I know you."
She smiled at him, knowing and gamine. Dream had made her a temptress. He would likely wake without much memory of who held the adulation in his expression, only a dim subconscious impression of a young woman with a wry smile and a face he could not quite place.
-----Erubian Accords, 11/02/23
My alarm was more abrasive than usual, I pressed the offending button as I woke from a dream in which I had gotten what I wanted.
'Superstition' plays amongst the clamor of the coffeeshop, I thumb through my newest acquisition: a book of masonic cipher. It was all shorthand, nothing legible without the context of memorized ritual. I hadn't thought of myself as superstitious, though I clung to the idea of Roman auspice and somniantes. My day had been marginally less bleary, I'd met up with a friend to catch up and peruse antiques. She'd told me of her budding romance between her and an unlikely suitor, asked me of my own dalliances. I relayed nothing but the short encounter at the ball, an ironically true Cinderella moment.
"oh my god, 'I didn't even know his name', that's such a ball moment" she giggled to which I laughed, exclaiming adamantly.
"I don't! I didn't ask, I should have." The cold was more bearable with the warmth of the evening sun as we walked the stretch of pavement to the dorms.
"Age is just a number" she'd said in a sing-song voice.
"Yeah, well. Even so, I doubt I'll ever see him again." I laughed drily, pocketing my hands.
"don't be sure, he's probably local." I doubted the notion, I knew others had traveled a way to get there. I was ready to categorize the fleeting encounter as such, it was a missed oppurtunity rather than a fated meeting in my eyes.
"well maybe this will help you with this one." she said, swaying a bit.
"yeah, maybe. Now that I have the foresight." We paused to cross the street.
A side glance. "did you write about him?" She asked wryly. I nodded, amused.
"of course. Had to romanticize the situation."
She nodded in satisfaction. "good."
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