--- (dream)

[absinthe_eyed]

[A dream pops into being-not dramatically, but quietly. Hesitantly, almost. The surroundings are vague and indistinct; they’re irrelevant. The ground is solid enough to walk on, but it feels unstable as if it might tilt away at any moment. Justin is present, staring at the featureless walls, barely there himself. He appears to flicker like an

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[dreamsofnoah]

[She'd been watching, watching, so used to watching dreams. It was even better when she didn't have to be the one to drag them up from a person's subconscious. Dreams said so much about the person having them.

She waited until it was over, knowing he wouldn't hear her giggles as golden eyes took everything in.] Such a child, Justin. Suicide? Crime? Relentless fire? [a scream of laughter]

So you still remember~ our game. [said in a whisper, hushed, finger held up to her lips] We had fun that time, didn't we, Justin?

[absinthe_eyed]

[Justin looks mildly baffled by Road's intrusion (almost--aha--like someone waking from a dream). He recovers when she starts laughing.]

It was a flawed philosophy...

[Yes, he remembers that game. No, he doesn't want to. No, it wasn't fun. He speaks just as quietly as she did.] You had fun. It wasn't a game to me.

[dreamsofnoah]

[She's just behind him, her bangs not quite hiding the stigmata across her forehead.]

Philosophies are flawed because~ they're philosophies.

[Humming a few notes of a tune and looking around, ignoring his last statement. She has a habit of tuning him out when he starts complaining.]

[absinthe_eyed]

[As dangerous as it is to keep one's back to Road, Justin does so. If she can disregard him by laughing and humming, he can keep his back to her.]

What are you doing here? ...Is this your dream, or mine?

[dreamsofnoah]

[Oh, but she doesn't like that and is soon hanging off his arm.]

I~ don't have such boring dreams. Taking a look of course ♥

((ooc: bbiab, thunderstorm))

[absinthe_eyed]

[And she calls him childish. Justin makes no move to shake her off, as Road won't relinquish his arm until she's ready to.]

I suppose there's not enough blood and mental anguish for you.

[ooc: Take care! ♥ I'll be back after class.]

[dreamsofnoah]

That's not it. I've already seen some of it before, that's why. Don't you ever let anything go?

[attempting to tug him with her as she twirls around.]

[absinthe_eyed]

[He stares at her for a long while.]

No.

Road... this is my life. There's nothing else. If I let go of this, there's nothing.

[dreamsofnoah]

It was~ your life. It's not any more. Now it just upsets you and makes you think what if, but there aren't going to be any chances for what ifs~, not back there. That lady had it right, part of the way.

[giggling, eyes wide with mischief] You've still got the City.

[absinthe_eyed]

[Sometimes, Road encourages this illogical urge in Justin that makes him want to hit things. Preferably Road's face. That would probably hurt him more than it would hurt her, though.]

Cassie wasn't right. [This isn't said with a good deal of conviction. The possibility of redemption has been bothering Justin since he came to the City.]

I know. [Wait, giggling!] ...What?

[dreamsofnoah]

[She knows she does, and thinks it's terribly amusing.]

Was she? Wasn't she? Does it even matter now? Maybe you need to decide for yourself for once.

[totally innocent now] No~thing~.

[absinthe_eyed]

[Justin doesn't feel like entertaining Road right now (not that that usually deters her). He sits down and puts his face in his hands.]

Aren't there other dreams for you to go to?

[ooc: Brb, errands and going home! <3]

[dreamsofnoah]

There always are.

[but she sits near him, chin on her fists, clearly not planning on going anywhere. And still with that smirk on her face.]

((ooc: take care! <3))

[absinthe_eyed]

[Justin's a smart boy. It doesn't take him long to realize that Road's going nowhere fast. With a long-suffering sigh, he glances over at her.]

So why do you want to be here?

[dreamsofnoah]

[tilting her head up and to the side to return his look, her eyes wide and innocent.]

Why do you~ want to be here?

[absinthe_eyed]

I don't want to be.

[He isn't buying the cute and innocent act.]

...I don't want to be here. I didn't mean in the City.