Thirteenth Dream ♪ [Video]

[dreamz_are_mine]

[It's night and the lake is quiet and dark. The PCD shows Rhode leaning on one of the balconies of the Chateau, overlooking the lake, her expression distant. Apparently unperturbed by all the ruckus lately, she begins to sing softly in Latin. Fortunately for listeners, the PCD translates the melancholy Lullaby.]

Ah! that day of tears and mourning

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[Voice]

[dark_thespian]

[The voice that answers that doesn't sound even remotely happy.]

Where...did you get that song?

[Video]

[dreams_are_mine]

[Oh she's so~ glad she woke you. She smiles at the camera.]

Couldn't sleep?

[Video]

[dark_thespian]

[And here's Allen in bed, the screen focuses on his mussed up hair and disheveled appearance. The look on his face is unreadable.]

I was asleep for a bit.

[Video]

[dreams_are_mine]

[She looks gentle, but the shadows hide the finer nuances of her expression. Her voice is soft.]

I'm sorry, did I wake you?

[Video]

[dark_thespian]

Where did you get that song?

[Video]

[dreams_are_mine]

Maybe I dreamed it.

[Video]

[dark_thespian]

[Silence falls as he stares directly at her.]

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[dreams_are_mine]

[She stares back, silent for a long time.]

[Video]

[dreams_are_mine]

[So so very~ softly.]

Are you angry?

[Video]

[dark_thespian]

[Very softly but that doesn't keep the steel out of his voice.]

Stay out of my head.

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[dreams_are_mine]

[Connection terminated]

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[dreams_are_mine]

[She slips into his room, settling down on the edge of the bed next to him, bouncing a bit before glancing at Allen. The room is dark, except for the moonlight from the windows, and she says nothing for the moment as she watches him.]

[But she's halfway between amused and not happy.]

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[dark_thespian]

[For once, Allen's expression while it hides his mood the set of his shoulders and the way he refuses to look at her are signs of just how angry he is. If rage were able to manifest into reality as a tangible form, his would be a deadly sight to behold. His shirt is partly open, exposing part of the scar that runs down his chest. His muscles were tense, while his hands the normal and odd black one were clenched into fists.]

[It wasn't right of Rhode to bring up Lala. He could remember failing to save her and the way the mission happened like it was yesterday. The images were painted fresh in his mind. 'I'd rather be a destroyer who saves others.' She'd had a life, and Lala had certainly loved. It was also disturbing Rhode was slipping into his head at night when he slept. Something dark stirred in the deeper recesses of his mind without him knowing it. His hair started to curl and his eyes shifted in their color just enough that the person staring through them for an instant, wasn't Allen at all.]

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[dreams_are_mine]

[Rhode places her hand on the covers and leans forward, pulling her legs up as she leans across Allen's lap, looking up into the Exorcist's face. She knows he's mad, she can always tell, when he's mad. He can hide his emotions behind his smiling mask, but she can read him all the same. In a way, for all his lies, he's honest.]

[As his appearance changes, subtly, she reaches forward with the hand she isn't bracing herself up with, touching a lock of her hair and brushes it back from his face. She wanted to touch the scars that looked like Tyki's, but she keeps her eyes on his instead. He isn't her Allen right now, even for her it wouldn't be smart to take her eyes off of his. She echoes the words that had lured the Earl to America.]

Good morning.

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[dark_thespian]

[The eyes shifted their focus from the wall to peer directly at Rhode. Allen's lips quirked into a devious smirk. He leaned forward slightly reaching up with one hand to touch her face.]

You have caused a bit of strife, Rhode.

[The smooth tone is cultured and he tests his control over the body, trying to take it over further. Nothing happens and he frowns instantly, the cheerful mockery gone from his voice.]

What did you do to me?

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[dreams_are_mine]

[She doesn't pull away, but her expression is quite displeased. Rhode leans her forehead against his, eyes still on his face even so close.]

Don't you like music, brother~?

[She whispers it, tender, soft, vicious. Her smile is cruel and stark for a moment.]