Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Mickey, Walt
Challenge/Prompt: tv_universe: Quoteable: The Return: "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe (If you join, be sure to tell them Kat Lee of Team Bunny Ears sent YOU!)
Warning(s): Character Death
Word Count: 432
Date Written: 7 March 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He told him once, Mickey remembers vividly, that all they see or seem is but a dream within a dream. This very land on which he walks every day is only a dream. The smiles and squeals of happy children are only elements of that dream as is the joy that seems to sweep, never ending, all around him. Everybody's happy but him. Everybody's loved, most especially him.
But he's tired of this dream that's became a nightmare. He's tired of seeing millions of bright, expectant faces day after day after wearisome day. He's tired of walking this life alone. He holds to that quote and to the facts that Walt made him believe that dreams can be shaped. They can be built. They can form whole worlds, as they have here in the middle of a state that some people believe is going to fall off into the ocean one day.
Mickey almost wishes they would fall into the ocean and not have Triton or Ariel to save them. Walt told him dreams can be made and changed to suit the dreamer, and he's tried very hard every moment of every day he's spent without him to do just that. He's promised himself he's going to keep walking this land until he finds him again. After all, if all that they seem is only a dream, does it not make sense that he can dream Walt back into being?
He's going to keep walking the world, looking for him, searching for his dreamer. He won't give up. He won't stop until he's beside him again, his hand tucked securely into the hand of the artist who drew him into life. He's going to keep dreaming and fighting to make the reality he wants the dream he lives.
He won't give up, but just now, he's so very tired of walking and of dreaming a dream that, after decades of years that feel far more like a millennia, still hasn't happened. He won't give up, but he needs to rest. He's so tired of walking, of dreaming, of hoping, of being trapped in a dream with millions of people who only want him to please them. He's only going to shut his eyes for a little while, he promises himself.
But no sooner has he shut his eyes than he feels a hand slipping into his. He looks up, and there is Walt's handsome face again, smiling down at him as jubilant and young as he ever was. Mickey's dream has come true at last! And a kingdom mourns their second King.