dream a little dream

[timblob]

[It's a silent, peaceful summer night here in the Dressing Room.  You're tucked, safe and sound, into your bed (or couch, chair, floor, pool of vomit, rafter, stranger's front yard, etc., depending on your preferences and life choices.)   Or perhaps you're not usually asleep at this hour, or you don't actually ever sleep at all - you still felt

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You get your choice of a warehouse or an asylum.

[bloodyscore]

[It's dark and quiet in Allen's dream with crickets a barely there orchestra out the window, the air is stale and musty. You find that you're in a small room, a room with only one window up too high for anyone to reach or look out of. And one door, a door shut and locked.

Suddenly you feel eyes of a hunter on you, appraising you as if you were a meal. Who knows, you might just very well be their next meal. If you look you'll spot two gold eyes staring at you from a darkened corner of the room, furthest from the door and closest to the window.

But just what lays in wait for you?]

[besomeothername]

I'm sure Allen will forgive a bump or two on the head if it means you're put back in your place.

[Whirling on Neah though he doesn't take a step towards him yet. Even Lavi knows that he can't outmaneuver a vampire. Neah would probably run circles around him with the barest amount of effort]

What do you mean if you leave, he'll die? That isn't how it's supposed to work.

[bloodscore]

Will he~? He likes me, you know~ Loved me~ Was sad when I left him~

[Starts humming a song as he walks around the room, a picture starting up on a blank wall of the few nights that he and Allen had together: playing piano, talking and laughing over tea, stories about Mana in bed together (distinctive lack of clothing), the feeding, and finally Allen standing by the piano by himself with the letter and Timcampy.]

In order for me to leave to find a new host, Allen's body will have to die.

[besomeothername]

[The pictures stop Lavi dead in his tracks. He didn't recognize any of those places. They certainly weren't the inside of Allen's old cabin in the Dressing Room. And Lavi hopes that either him or twin would realize if there was a Neah ghost wandering around in their room. That means that these images... they had to all be from when Allen was at home]

... He only picked you up recently, didn't he?

[bloodyscore]

[Smiles and is there in an instant to pat Lavi's head.]

Such a smart one~ Those three years he spent at home~ And soon, soon he'll wind up in a place like this because of me~

[besomeothername]

[Lavi just felt like someone swept the rug out from under his feet. Wait... what?!]

This isn't... this can't be... Allen's future?

[bloodyscore]

For a while~ Yes~ Until I wake up and help him~

[besomeothername]

You wouldn't. You can't! If you give a damn about Allen at all, you wouldn't put him through that!

[scoreofblood]

Now who said I cared about him in return~? He needs to be toughened up.

[besomeothername]

Those images... [Of the piano and telling stories. The expression on Allen's face] You son of a bitch! Allen cares about you!

[And Lavi is going to lunge for Neah, hands reaching to wrap around his neck]

[scoreofblood]

[He laughs, letting Lavi catch him but his grip does nothing to the Noah.]

He'll learn. They always do~

[besomeothername]

[No, but with his hands on Neah's neck, he'll be looking for that bundle of nerves, the pressure point. Trying to hit it with just enough force to knock the smug son of a bitch out]

[scoreofblood]

[But you know as soon as he starts to black out the dream will die? Which, if Lavi is done with it is what Neah will let happen. And the redhead will find Allen pressed against his back, sleeping soundly, without a clue.]

[besomeothername]

[Sits up in bed, looking down at Allen and reaching a hand out to slowly stroke his hair. He's quiet and thoughtful for a few moments, just content to watch Allen sleep for a while longer]

[Then he leans down to gently place a kiss on Allen's forehead]

I'll find a way to save you... Don't go disappearing before then.

[bloodyscore]

[Allen makes a soft noise into the hair strokes, burying his face in the pillow now that Lavi's back has gone. Morning light makes it hard for him to stir once he had stumbled his way back and slept - dreams, so fast they play out - so he only mumbles incoherently to Lavi's request. He'll be here, he'll not go home again for a good while.]