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[lytii_intuition]

[ooc: So okay. Dream sequence post! If you want your pup to have a wacky dream sequence involving meeting Intuition, tag away! If you want more information about what the heck I'm talking about, ping at pythianhabenero!]

Intuition is dreaming.

For the first time since becoming human, she's dreaming as herself, properly abstract - drifting through

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[notmostpeople]

When dreaming, Gabriel tends towards extremes.

Tonight, he's huge.

Huge and helpless, because although he's in the shop with planet Earth neatly dissected and spread and pinned like a dead butterfly to be inspected under magnifying glasses the size of continents -- he can't find a path back to Intuition. Not one. Not anywhere.

In this instance, the lack of pathways represents brokenness -- because how can a world without them be right and whole? -- and the fact that he can't fix it is... well. It seems that it's possible, in a dream, to be tiny at the same time as large. At least, Gabriel's managing it.

[notmostpeople]

Gabriel hadn't thought that so much beauty could exist in one place. (Unfortunately, he himself lacks the ability to glow, in the same way that the moon can only reflect the sun.)

When she looks up to him like that, there's really only one thing to do, isn't there? Impulsive lips meet lips.

[lytii_intuition]

And there they are.

If Gabriel can't glow, Intuition will just have to make up for that, now won't she?

Because he's kissing her, chastely and adorably and - she turns the rest of the way around to encircle his waist with her arms, her rainbows glimmering brighter than the endless fireworks behind them, letting go of her landscape-self to be more clearly here and more clearly her because she doesn't want to miss so much as an instant of this, so much as a single flicker of a soft dark eyelash.

[notmostpeople]

There might be a pause here, a self-conscious check that he's doing it right and she approves, except that he already knows the answer. And the answer is wonderful. The answer is exactly what he would hope for if he was thinking this through and not just rushing headlong down this wonderful new road that's opening up.

He almost stops breathing when her hands move. Her waist is still somewhat of a no-man's-land, so it's her back and neck that his own hands are exploring, still craftsman-careful.

[lytii_intuition]

Intuition closes her eyes and just is, feeling the beautiful cycle of emotion between them, his want and hers, her love and his, a single kiss like the lovemaking of gods.

It's perfect.

Which is why her traitorous body chooses that moment to wake her up. She blinks for a moment, staring over at the still-sleeping Gabriel, nothing left of her in the dream but a strong sense of love and a fading imprint of rainbow light.

And blushes heavily.

[notmostpeople]

On the floor, Gabriel frowns and shifts in his sleep.

In the dream, he grasps uselessly at thin air and spins around, but she's not moved, she's not returned to the landscape, she's not anywhere in the dreamscape any more.

And the wind picks up and blows the sunbursting sky into a different, colder dream, as hard as he tries to hang onto this one.

[lytii_intuition]

...Aww.

She moves closer - Intuition can tell he's dreaming unhappily, even if she can't see what exactly he's dreaming about any longer -

- And it's Gabriel's turn to be gently, carefully kissed on the forehead.