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[dreamofrapture]

[Do you know where you are?

Or, rather, do you know where you werePerhaps it was midnight and you were warm in your bed. Perhaps it was early morning, and you were curled up on your couch. It matters not when or where you've fallen asleep -- you are now not where you thought you were

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[solo_insanity]

[White flakes fall to the ground large and puffy. The snow has been falling for hours causing any travelers to be up to the top of their boots in the wintry wonder. Not too cold. Not too windy. A gentle storm just enough to turn the end of one's nose and ears a tint of red.

Barking in the distance interrupts. A rough, harsh bark that would be fearsome if growling or in anger, but this pup is playing. In its teeth is a wide brimmed top hat as it sends powder in all directions heading back to its playmate. Tyki kneels down in a wool coat and plaid scarf and pries the toy from the creatures teeth giving it a scratch behind the ears. A flick of the wrist and into the air it goes with the wolf bonding back after it. Tyki tucks a blanket and shovel under his arm before following after.]

[sleightofhearts]

[There is a hobo standing nearby, wearing a tattered frock coat and ragged scarf, with hands buried in the pockets. A cigarette bobs between his lips as he talks.]

Oi, that ain't a way to treat a perfectly good hat, yanno.

[solo_insanity]

[At the noise the wolves bounds over to the new man creating large indents in the snow and sending white flakes flying with the impromptu Frisbee forgotten. Upon arrival, the mangy mutt will stretch out its front paws to rest them above the hobo's knees wagging its tail in excitement.

The slower of the pair will just yell from a distance as he joins the party.]

Not a good enough cause? Looks like you'll have to teach me to handle it properly then.

[desiredhumanity]

[He's sitting in a grassy field staring at a starlit sky. A cold breeze passes along. He can tell something is off, but he's too surprised to even be dreaming in the first place to worry about that. Sitting down on the grass he pulls his jacket closer.]

[fallforthesky]

[What's off is perhaps that there's a person intruding on his dream. Not that she means to- but as long as she's here, maybe she ought to make the most of it. Which is why the grass behind him rustles softly, as she approaches and then drapes a blanket around his shoulders.]

You're going to catch cold like that.

[desiredhumanity]

[He looks over his shoulder to look up at her. Slightly taken back. Lenalees are a rarity in this place sadly.]

Lenalee? [His voice is wary not believing that she is beside him. Maybe she's part of this dream? But he honestly hopes she isn't.]

[fallforthesky]

[It's true that there aren't very many of her in this place nowadays, so she gives him a small smile as if to reassure him that yes, she's here right now.] If you aren't careful, you're going to get sick.

[besomeothername]

[You know those perfectly manicured Christmas living rooms you see on Christmas cards? Congratulations, it seems you've stumbled upon one of them. The well-trimmed tree with the lights and the tinsel that match the various glass ornaments. The stockings hanging over a blazing fireplace. The matching couch and loveseat with the Christmas red and green throw pillows. Yes, all of this and much much more is awaiting whoever stumbles upon this dream

[tempersword]

[Glances around at... well, everything. This was more idyllic of a Christmas setting than she'd ever seen.

Walks over to the loveseat from behind, putting her hands on it and leaning over to look at Lavi.]

[besomeothername]

[Sssssh, he's sleeping]

[But while she was moving about, one of the mugs of hot cocoa magically changed to tea. It knows she doesn't like sweet things. ... Whatever it is anyway]

[tempersword]

[She'll be quiet.

... And reach to brush some hair from his face, smiling fondly.]

[keptforward]

[There is only an impossibly deep, impossibly blue sky.

So deep and so blue -- so endless -- that it almost feels like, with one small turn, he might fall forward into it; head over heels, hands over feet -- down, down, down (up, up, up?) -- without any end in sight.

Silver eyes close -- to sleep; as if to dream -- and a breeze rustles through the air. It kisses pale cheeks (one marked, one not) and pale hair, and creates waves in the surrounding sea of golden wheat. Allen can't remember ever laying down in it, this endless field, but he can remember it having always been here; it's as much a part of him as the air in his lungs.

A gloved hand -- nimble, deft -- reaches from the depths of rolling gold, and curls its fingers around the stalks; the thumb brushes over the grains in a way that is gentle; almost fond.

This field... it'lll always be here, even in the very end...

Ivory lashes flutter and silver eyes open, staring up at the afternoon sunlight.

It's so deep.Even laying down, he still can't shake the feeling of falling

[unmusicalrabbit]

[A snowy graveyard haunts this dream.

The snow continues to come down in heavy fluffy flakes that get caught in eyelashes and hair, melting to slush once attached to a warm body. It's a peaceful sort of snow, even if it's a constant heavy downpour--perhaps it's just the silence that's peaceful.

A few stone doors sit among the graves as if they were normal grave markers. Among the stone angels and sculptures of the graveyard, the doors look completely out of place, with their sheer towering size and their snow-covered knobs.]