dream • 018

[mudbloodhater]

Warnings • none.
Effects • growing anxiety and nervousness.

Comments

[livethecreed]

[Altaïr watched the dream as the woman and the boy were familiar. The boy looked almost identical to Lucius and he was willing to bet they were related.]

You are Lucius' son correct? Are you unwell?

[mudbloodhater]

[muffled sniffle-]

S'right. You've met?

[and he turns his head away for a hacking cough.] You tell me if I'm unwell or not.

[livethecreed]

We have. During the Dreamscape trap and I taught him to use the filters on the Dreamberry.

[a pause]

Are you always this pleasant? [Can you hear the sarcasm Draco?

[mudbloodhater]

[he nods slowly, showing that he follows, but having very little to say on the matter. Of course his father would learn how to use the filters - that was probably the first thing Lucius learned.]

You've spent more than five minutes with my father, and you're asking me that?

[livethecreed]

He was competent in battle against those creatures and was a fast learner. [he shrugs] He was pleasant enough. [Of course they didn't really have any in depth conversations; but whatever.]

[mudbloodhater]

[it's his father; of course he was competent. Draco doesn't say that; he merely stares at the camera, trying to figure out why this guy looks familiar through his fever-induced haze.]

Yes. I'm always this pleasant.

[livethecreed]

[Sorry Draco, he can't help with why he looks familiar. He hasn't really spoken to that many people here yet. Although, he does have a couple look-a-likes here.]

I'm sure your company is a pleasure, than, for all. [Can you hear the sarcasm?]

[mudbloodhater]

[whatever, bro. :T]

Of course it is. Everyone loves talking to me.

[livethecreed]

[You really do amuse him right now, and remind him of himself from just a year ago.]

Of course, how could I have doubted such a thing?

[mudbloodhater]

[he's usually slightly better than this; it doesn't really help that he's sick.]

Not sure. How could you? Short of not paying attention.

[livethecreed]

I apologize. I will strive to do so from now on. [He's just messing with you now. Mostly because he's finally put together that you're sick and not at your best at the moment. Took him long enough]

[mudbloodhater]

[thank Merlin. Draco sniffles unhappily, raising one brow.] I'd appreciate that. It'd save me a lot of trouble.

[livethecreed]

I live to serve. [There may be a slight bite in his voice there. Mostly because he refuses to mindlessly follow someone again.]

[mudbloodhater]

[it's probably his illness-addled mind speaking, because Draco would recognise the biting tone. But he just rolls over, dragging the blankets higher.]

Good. Then I won't worry.

[livethecreed]

I will leave you to your rest. [Oh this kid.

Altaïr gives a bit of a grin before flicking off the Dreamberry..]

[mudbloodhater]

[he actually does appreciate that. Considering he was falling asleep towards the end anyway.

[Maybe he'll talk to you again in the future, Altair.]