lol sorry about that |D;;;forgotmyforgeApril 13 2011, 09:08:26 UTC
[ This seemed like an invasion, and when Flame woke, cheeks flushed, and bolting upright in bed, she was a little embarrassed to note that some of Daitou's, ahem, enthusiasm, had carried over to herself. She shut her eyes and took deep breaths.
She hadn't realized yet that she was sharing someone else's dreams, which made the experience all the more intense. She didn't know Daitou well, and for her mind to conjure him in this odd situation was just odd. Why this -- why a battlefield, when she'd never stepped on one, and a man, when she'd never been with one? (At least, in what memories she had.)
She didn't think of him like this. At least, she never had before. When she lay back down, staring at her ceiling, she wondered... but dreams were dreams, right? The brain conjured so many odd things.
This wasn't one she'd be eager to have again, and she fell back to sleep with that vague insistence in her mind. No more. ]
[...Now there was a dream Rain really could have done without. He'd had a feeling, of course, that Daitou and the vice commander had been - well, close - it had been implied in one of his own memories. But as he awoke with a jolt, there was only one thought in his mind: why, gods WHY had he dreamed about it?!
The image was going to be there forever, wasn't it? Would he ever be able to look Daitou in the eyes again and not see... that? Awkward didn't even begin to describe it.
Maybe, just maybe, if he could go back to sleep, he would completely forget ever having that dream. He'd wake in the morning, and it would be gone from his memory, like it had never happened. He lay down again, closing his eyes and trying to clear his mind. He could hope.]
[Cloud only half-awakens at this dream, enough to register that the beautiful/disturbing/violent/sexual dream wasn't really his.]
Daitou... mmmf.
[He slid back down into sleep, too tired to think about what he'd dreamed. But the next time he saw Daitou, he'd probably mention it. If he thought of it.]
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She hadn't realized yet that she was sharing someone else's dreams, which made the experience all the more intense. She didn't know Daitou well, and for her mind to conjure him in this odd situation was just odd. Why this -- why a battlefield, when she'd never stepped on one, and a man, when she'd never been with one? (At least, in what memories she had.)
She didn't think of him like this. At least, she never had before. When she lay back down, staring at her ceiling, she wondered... but dreams were dreams, right? The brain conjured so many odd things.
This wasn't one she'd be eager to have again, and she fell back to sleep with that vague insistence in her mind. No more. ]
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The image was going to be there forever, wasn't it? Would he ever be able to look Daitou in the eyes again and not see... that? Awkward didn't even begin to describe it.
Maybe, just maybe, if he could go back to sleep, he would completely forget ever having that dream. He'd wake in the morning, and it would be gone from his memory, like it had never happened. He lay down again, closing his eyes and trying to clear his mind. He could hope.]
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Daitou... mmmf.
[He slid back down into sleep, too tired to think about what he'd dreamed. But the next time he saw Daitou, he'd probably mention it. If he thought of it.]
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