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Apr 11, 2011 20:49

[Dreamshare 1 (cut for length, not porn) : OPEN TO ANYONE]

You’ve come to the bookstore.

( I wish more than anything. But I can't imagine you with all your complexity, all your perfection, all your imperfection. Look at you. You are just a shade of my real wife. You're the best my mind can do; but I'm sorry, you are just not good enough. - Cobb (Inception) )

no porn this time, emo, e: dreamshare

Comments 6

In person! spandexisyouth April 12 2011, 05:11:43 UTC

[Gai woke with a bit of a jolt, braced for books to hit, and stared instead at the ceiling for a moment, taking in the dream. He had no questions about who the dream represented. Even without seeing all of the names, or the bookstore, he knew that stone and that mood. Gai looked over at Bell. Maybe one day he would be able to convince his partner that he mattered.

Scooting over just a little, Gai embraced Bell. It would wake his partner up, he knew, but if that was how Bell was feeling and the Sphere had let him know, then Bell could use the hug. While it wasn't the Sphere's normal tactic, Gai was coming to get used to strange things happening. And hugs never hurt. His voice was very quiet when he spoke.]

I love you.

In person! grab_my_bells April 12 2011, 05:31:57 UTC

[Bell wasn't as asleep as he wished he was. That familiar sense of loneliness was creeping in, residual from the dream. Gai had oddly good timing and Bell turned in his arms to face his partner and wrap him in a return embrace. I love you... Someday he would find the safety and security in himself to return those words.

In the dark, their skin looked gray, almost inky, and Bell shut his eye and buried his face against Gai's shoulder, just holding him a moment. He never wanted to have to look for Gai's journal in the library. Ever.

Finally, he pulled back and gave Gai a kiss on the lips before he turned back around to fall asleep. Or try to. Across the room he could see his bookshelf, and he tried to focus on Gai's breathing and heartbeat instead.]

In person! spandexisyouth April 12 2011, 05:48:24 UTC

[Until Bell found those words, holding Gai back would suffice. Gai couldn't bring himself to ask if Bell had dreamed that, not yet. He would ask in the morning. Sunlight would make them both feel better. Gai wished there was a way to encourage Bell enough that he wasn't so lonely.

As Bell pressed to his shoulder, Gai had a feeling he wasn't going to have to ask. Bell had to be shaken for that. He kissed back, and held Bell when his partner rolled over. At least he could be here for Bell. Even if it wasn't enough. Even if sometimes he despaired of Bell ever fully trusting in him. He would be here.]

reckless_rebel April 12 2011, 05:32:06 UTC

[It's a confusing mishmash of familiar and strange--things he gets and a lot he doesn't. By the time he wakes up from it, with a start, his heart is racing a bit from the last jarring moment of books and the general frantic feeling of something wrong that dogged the whole dream.]

[He goes to the communal bathroom, gets a washcloth scrub his face before stumbling back into his room and passing out again, despite himself. The imagery of inky fingers and forbidden secrets and so many names carved into a stone haunting him as darkness takes over behind his eyes.]

live_ringer April 12 2011, 15:28:51 UTC

[When the books fall down atop 'him' Lyle doesn't bolt up in bed, but he does jerk over onto his side with a muzzy grunt. Idly, while still not entirely awake, the implications of what he can remember about the dream roll around in his mind while he stares at his pillow, eyes half-focused.

It was a strange thing, feeling like an intruder for reading your own words. But then, he hadn't been 'himself' in the dream, had he? There were a few cues that indicated who it was supposed to be.

The thing that stuck out most, the one that he kept coming back to, was that polished hunk of rock. So many names, old and new, most recognizable... but what's more, there was a feel to names carved in stone that seemed all too familiar. 'Grave' was the first word that came to mind, though perhaps that was too strong a term. In memoriam, memorial, memory... The train of thought meandered to a stop as he drifted back to sleep.]

4/11 burntorangesky April 13 2011, 01:46:36 UTC

[Fred jerked awake with a yelp as the books fell toward her. She lay in the darkness of her room, quietly trying to get her hearts to stop racing as she turned the imagery over in her mind.

Books, so many books... all of them identical, all of them different. Glitter and ink and words soaking into skin, tainting the flesh of the dreamer... whoever that dream had belonged to. Fred was fairly certain she knew... that dog right at the end had been something of a giveaway.

The stone, though... she shuddered lightly. It had been so jarring, those names all carved into the cold stone; some of them hadn't been in Edensphere for a long time. Looked like Bell wanted to remember them. Perhaps it was his way of defying the Tree, if only subconsciously. Still... that stone had been so... solid. So cold, so... so finalFred shuddered again, feeling oddly cold despite the relative warmth of the room. She drew the comforter up to her shoulder and rolled over on her side, drifting back to sleep faster than she really should have been able to, after ( ... )