--- (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?

[dreamsofnoah]

[He's not meant to buy it. She's teasing, as always.]

Then leave. It's your~ dream.

[absinthe_eyed]

I don't know how to leave it. Lucid dreaming is generally... different. More controllable.

[dreamsofnoah]

You don't need to tell me about dreaming.

[stretching her stockinged legs out in front of her]

Do something, Justin.

[absinthe_eyed]

No... probably not.

[He raises an eyebrow at her.]

Like what? Should I look for your dream?

[dreamsofnoah]

[grinning madly]

If you like ♪ If you can.

[absinthe_eyed]

I don't want to try if you're going to stick me to the wall with a candle.

[dreamsofnoah]

Pfft~, repetitions get boring! I'll try something else.

...and if you don't do anything, then I'll nail you to the wall with candles.

[absinthe_eyed]

I thought you would have other methods of torture.

[Justin sighs again--Road makes him do that a lot--and concentrates. This is his dream. If Road wants something to happen, something will happen.

Richard appears, transparent at first but then just as solid as Justin and Road. He has a gun pointed directly at Road and a look that quite clearly indicates that no one had better fuck with him.]

Who the fuck're you?

[Justin watches. He hadn't meant to bring up an imitation of Richard, but his subconscious seems intent on it.]

[dreamsofnoah]

Oh, would you like to see some? Just because I do doesn't mean I don't have favourites.

[A giggle at their newly arrived company.]

Hi Richard ♥

[she remembers him, vaguely, and only as someone connected with Justin, but she smiles at him anyway, almost daring him.]

[absinthe_eyed]

[Being in his own mental territory--even if he isn't entirely in control of it--makes Justin bolder than he might be otherwise.] You don't like torturing me. I don't last long enough for you.

[Dream Richard lowers the gun, looks baffled for a moment, then smiles the charming smile of a rich bastard who gets away with everything. Justin doesn't approve. If Richard's going to hang out in his dreams, he should do something useful.]

Hey... [Richard searches for a name, but to no avail.] ...Kid. What're you doing in a dump like this?

[Justin rolls his eyes and stays quiet.]

[dreamsofnoah]

Don't presume to know~ me, Justin. I'll play with just about anything. [even if it was true that she preferred people who could actually hold out against her.]

I'm not a kid. [she sticks her tongue out at Richard before draping an arm around Justin's shoulders. Being deliberately antagonizing.]

[absinthe_eyed]

[As much as Justin would like to come up with a retort, what boldness he had falters and he opts for the safer option--staying quiet.

Dream Richard, initially amused by Road, does not look pleased by her possession of Justin.] Hey, kid... [Because Richard, even in Justin's mind, is not one to be antagonized without antagonizing right back] ...get off him.

[dreamsofnoah]

Why?

[tightening her hold into a hug, staring innocently at Richard over Justin's shoulder.] So you can play with him instead?

[absinthe_eyed]

Yeah. Yeah. Get your own bitch, bitch.

[Dream Richard goes over and bends to get in Road's face as Justin wonders about his subconscious. That doesn't sound like something the real Richard would have said; why did he make him even more unpleasant in his dream?]

[dreamsofnoah]

I like this~ one ♥

[Road doesn't care about other people's personal space, but it doesn't mean she likes hers being invaded. She lashes out at Richard's eyes, fully intended to scratch if she manages to make contact.]

Is your dream trying to tell me something, Justin? [she leans in close to whisper it in his ear.]