Fifth Grain of Sand ◊ Leather

[hides_thedagger]

Warnings: Mention of blood
Effects: [Optional] Any feelings Dastan has during this dream (drunkenness, pain, slight anger, hangover and peace/happiness)
Privacy: Public

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[punchesbards]

[ Ezio is rightfully reminded of his own big brother, and while Federico wasn't so quick to punch him--there had been plenty of teasing involved when Ezio was stupid enough to get injured. The whole thing reminded him of how much he missed Federico, Petruccio, his father, all of them. But at the same time, he couldn't help but smile just as Dastan did when he woke up. ]

And you say I'm the one that causes too much trouble, Dastan?

[hides_thedagger]

[The Prince laughs softly, the sound of it muffled lightly by his pillow as he rolls back to face his Dreamberry. He smirks at at the Italian]

Mmm, at least when I am, it is to protect my brothers...

[punchesbards]

Are you saying when I'm causing trouble, it's not to help my meddling little brother?

[hides_thedagger]

[He laughs as he rolls his eyes. He's pretty sure his list of 'Times I owe my bro' is longer than yours. Not that he's really keeping a tab]

Fine, half of the times you're causing trouble, I am at fault.

[wellspromise]

[Owies. This whole dream had her on pins and needles, even though she's no stranger to large wounds and scars herself. Uuugh, the stitching.]

You have pretty good pain tolerance, don't you?

[hides_thedagger]

[He chuckles softly]

I think the wine largely had something to do with my tolerance to pain.

[Still, he's been stitched up in Somarium without any painkillers. Not that Tifa needs to know that]

[wellspromise]

Good point. But still, I'm impressed.

You're a pretty brave guy.

[hides_thedagger]

[He shrugs lightly, trying to make light of the compliment and smiles sheepishly to Tifa]

Thanks, I suppose. It was a small price to protet my brothers.