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[selfdeluded]

[This dream doesn't quite seem to be fully formed; in fact, it looks quite a bit like a line at first, one end reaching as far as the eye can see. On one side of the line, it looks like it could potentially stretch into a room of some kind. The other, an outdoor courtyard of some kind.

At the other end of the line, there's a simple armchair - quite like the ones commonly seen in the Dressing Room libraries - with one Allen draped over it.

It's rather hard to tell if he's awake or asleep.]

[thewrongname]

[Tip-toing over to put her jacket over him, just to make sure he doesn't get cold. Then taking a look around this place, it's rather odd, sort of like being in a drawing.]

[selfdeluded]

[It is, isn't it? Even her footprints seem to have been 'colored in', the space that she'd walked over to get to the chair just slightly lighter than that around it.

But, if she cares to notice, there are two eyes watching her curiously now; one blue, and one gold. Self-perception can be a bit funny like that in dreams.]

[thewrongname]

[:T Investigating this. Because. Wut. So. You get a little dance while she makes footprints in the drawing-dream space.

That is until she notices Allen watching her and abruptly freezes, blushing.] Ah...

[selfdeluded]

[And the odd footprints keep up with her dancing quite well, filling themselves in with each next step that she takes. But by the time she looks over Allen is half sitting up, and blushing just slightly himself.]

A-ah... That was-- [Damn it, what was the right word...] --pretty.

[thewrongname]

[Sob. It's like painting with her feet and it's really too much fun. If she hadn't seen Allen watching she probably would have continued.]

Thanks. 'm a little rusty, though. [Sheepish look] I hope I didn't wake ya.

[selfdeluded]

[Smiling slightly in return, and quickly shaking his head.]

No-- you didn't. I don't think I was asleep. [Not that he's really sure, but it didn't make much difference.]

[thewrongname]

[In that case~ Wandering over and sitting on the chair arm, her own arm on the backing for balance.]

So what is this place, do you know?

[selfdeluded]

Not really... It looks a little familiar, though. [Glancing off to the one side, where the courtyard is coming into slightly better view; it's a nighttime courtyard, with lightning rolling in the clouds; a few vine-covered walls, and a blurry door somewhere that probably doesn't actually lead to much of anything.]

You don't know it, do you?

[thewrongname]

[Leaning forward a little to look out into the courtyard, humming thoughtfully. To 'Tias it almost looks as if it might even be a vineyard that she used to visit when she was recording in Italy. But the door ruins the memory and she huffs, leaning back again.]

I don't. It looks kind o'familiar, though.

[selfdeluded]

[Trying to peer at whatever she may have been looking at when she huffed. He thinks he might know where this is - and he's only ever been in that courtyard once - but he's not about to go bragging if he's right about it...]]

Same for me... odd.

[thewrongname]

['Tias gets up and turns to face Allen, offering him her hand with a smile.]

Then let's go check it out, yeah?

[selfdeluded]

[He pauses at that, just the slightly pink tinge coming to his cheeks, but smiles quickly enough, raising a hand to the take the one offered to him.]

Why not?

[thewrongname]

Good. [Flashes him another grin and keeps a hold of his hand, tugging him toward the courtyard.] What happened ta your eyes?

[selfdeluded]

[Gladly following along, though rather like the last meme, he's fascinated by the whole girlflesh thing. Her hand is soft... :o ]

...What's wrong with my eyes?

[thewrongname]

[;D Of course she's soft~ Moving to walk beside him now and sets her other hand on his upper arm, sort of leaning close.]

Nothin really, one's gold 'nd tha other one's blue.