[Dream Sequence~]

[demonshistory]

[Out here, under a Japanese maple tree, there's a familiar redhead sleeping without a care in the world. Everything was peaceful with the sun starting to set and birds were flying above.

Of course. Every peaceful setting must be disrupted by something.]

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[selfdeluded]

[and just when that sun sets far enough, a figure is going to walk into that scenery, a heavy-looking cloak draper over its shoulders and a hood obscuring his face from sight. at first he just seems to be passing through, now that the sun has set, but when he lifts a hand to pull his hood further down over his face something seems to catch his attention.

o-oh? what's that smell? it's nice~ but familiar. wandering closer to it~ aka, wandering closer to you, Blake.]

[demonshistory]

[He doesn't stir from his slumber so he isn't aware of you coming closer to him, Allen. Blake is carefree.]

[selfdeluded]

[more fun for him~ once he gets close enough Allen is just going to kneel down and press his nose to Blake's temple and breathe in. mm~ not sure how to describe what this one smells like. cinnamon, nutmeg and charcoal. it's an odd combination.]

[demonshistory]

[Well, that certainly wakes him up. Have a bleary, light green eye look at you.]

...Allen?