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[tamerofdragons]

Who: Lance, Selene
What: Subliminal sleep-therapy
When: 26 September, night
Where: Dreamscape

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[luminarydream]

Giovanni didn't leave though. He stood there, lowering the gun.

And then he looked over at Lancer's hiding place, almost challengingly.

[tamerofdragons]

For a moment Lance could only stare back into those dark, taunting eyes ... but it was the tiny, triumphantly knowing smirk which did him in.

With a snarl Lance threw himself forward against the wall, as if it would actually bow under his weight, his veins and heart pounding with adrenaline and rage. Bastard traitor! I'll fucking kill you--!

And then what? Turn out just like him?

Vaguely he knew that something like this had already happened, that he had confronted Giovanni and ohgod thatfuckingsmirk, and it had been so, so tempting to just kill him then and there because he could have--

But he hadn't, he'd just arrested him (because he didn't want to be like him) and then he'd escaped anyway and if he could just kill him now maybe he could stop people from suffering more like he hadn't managed last time because he'd been a fucking coward--

The wall vanished, and Lance stumbled forward.

[luminarydream]

"Are you just going to stand there, Lance?" Giovanni asked, that smirk still on his face.

[tamerofdragons]

For a moment Lance felt disorientated, the world around him swirling from darkness into the faded colours and timbre of the living room. His attention was captured by the sight of his father's body only two feet away, and he was torn between rushing to the man's side (even though it was far too late and always had been).

Then Giovanni's voice registered and with a snarl he threw himself at the black-haired man, only the sizes were suddenly all wrong and his fists were too small, and then he wasn't an adult anymore--he was a ten-year-old again.