dream † 001

[wilfulsunbeams]

It was a dusty school room in the attic, the sort that might have been ideal for the lessons of a boy who was home schooled. If not for the fact that it was a rather depressing place. It was small, grimy, and the only source of light was from the tiny window at the side, barely illuminating most of the room

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[showmeshinies]

[The dream strikes close to home for Jarlaxle.]

Was that you?

[wilfulsunbeams]

That seems to be the question of the day. Indeed, it was me.

[showmeshinies]

I see.

[Jarlaxle doesn't say anything more - indeed, he is trying to hide his own surprise at the similarities between them. There is a slight bit of sadness, not pity, in his eyes for Dorian that the other can clearly notice if he so chooses.]

[wilfulsunbeams]

Is there a problem?

[showmeshinies]

No, not at all.

[Jarlaxle flashes him a smile.]

I'm sorry for bothering you.

[wilfulsunbeams]

No, friends are never a bother. We are friends, aren't we?

[showmeshinies]

I should like to think so. I certainly prefer to think of us that way.

[wilfulsunbeams]

So do I.

[showmeshinies]

[Jarlaxle smiles and nods, glad the feeling is mutual.]