Mr. Sandman

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6 Feb.

It's February, still cold but Valentine's Day just around the corner and people starting to think of spring, it might not be surprising that romance seems to be in the air. Hard to pin down just what the difference is—but romance seems to be nagging at a lot of minds.

It might be because last night, you had a dream. Nothing clear, but bits and pieces stick with you. Maybe it was just stolen glances and light kisses, or maybe it was flashes and surprising jolts of something more physical, more raw. Either way, the dream doesn't quite fade away when daylight comes.

The strangest part? It's about someone you normally try not to think of that way.

Dreams are like that though, sometimes. It's probably nothing.

10 Feb.

A few days later, and the dreams keep on keeping on. For at least one person, it's every night. For others, it may be more intermittent. It may be just happening for the first time, after a visit to the Redbright Institute or passing through the surrounding neighbor, or after chatting with a particular vampire. It might happen spontaneously. Either way the dreams keep coming, and they continue to be about someone in particular, someone who you've been denying or ignoring your attraction to, but it's getting hard to pretend you don't feel a little warmer when you think about them.

It's starting to seem like there's something a little weird going on here. Even weirder? There's a chance that the person you're dreaming about is having the same dreams. Not just romantic dreams—the exact same shared dreams.

At least, they are if they're dreaming of you too.

14 Feb.

It's been a week now, and the dreams keep escalating. Not only do they become more frequent, they're more vivid. What started with disjointed images and feelings, more impressions than anything else, have evolved into full narratives—ranging from chastely romantic nonsense, imagining that the object of your desire is a knight coming to rescue you from a dragon, or arrived to offer comfort and support in a bleak moment, to intensely erotic. Some of them may be down right silly.

But the common thread is there. They are all about the same person, and they all expose the fact that you care about them in a way that's not as platonic as you've pretended.

And maybe it's about time you confronted that?

On the other hand, maybe you're just riding this out.

Either way, this is getting sorted out tonight. There's not going to be a better time for it

Comments

[baisant]

Jean-Claude has to say, for all he would admire Daryl out of the waistcoat, he's certainly admiring him in it. Especially the way it accentuates his waist and his shoulders, the soft brocade softening Daryl himself a little. In any other situation, it might have looked ridiculous, but here and now, it fits him like a glove.

He smiles wider at the response, at the way those eyes are roaming, and he smiles slowly and sweetly, like the warm spread of molasses, as he plays innocent and replies, "Oh yes? Perhaps you should tell it to me, so that I can give you what you desire." He smiles wider. "Or perhaps will you leave me guessing instead, mon ami?"

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl's cheeks reddened with the offer and he ended up coughing into his hand before he let himself relax just that much further. He turned himself over slowly so he was on his stomach, one arm under his chin. The other stretched out to brush against the cloth of Jean-Claude's breeches. Right at the ankle. Traced lightly over it in a thoughtful manner before he let his eyes drift back to the other man's face.

"Was thinking something more filling than cheese 'n fruit," he answered. His tongue darted out again, once more wetting his lips. "Maybe some meat. Red and raw if you got it."

[baisant]

Jean-Claude raises his eyebrows slightly, for a moment slightly uncertain whether this is Daryl's way of flirting with him or whether he really is asking him whether he's brought raw meat with him in his basket. Perhaps he has, for that matter. Dreams are strange things, and this man is not entirely human himself, after all.

He watches the way the other man's fingers play against his ankle for a long moment, before turning back to the basket. Making a show of searching his way through it, a tease as he offers, "Perhaps we have something in here that will do..."

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl did like raw meat more than fruit. Though he had been intending the request to be something of a double entandre. Something not quite as uncouth as something Merle or his father would have said. It didn't seem to work. Just his luck, even in his dreams he was bad at the whole flirting thing.

So while Jean-Claude had his attention on the basket and his eyes elsewhere, Daryl pushed himself up and onto his hands and knees. Then moved slowly closer until he could casually flop himself down next to JC. On his back. His head coming to rest on the man's thigh. He leaned his chin up and let his eyebrows raise, "Find anything?"

[baisant]

Jean-Claude continues to make a show of searching through the basket, though because he is not quite certain whether Daryl had really wanted him to find something raw in the basket, perhaps because he doesn't really want it to be that kind of dream, eventually he turns his head to glance over his shoulder to where Daryl's head is resting on his thigh.

Smiling slightly, a hint of mischief in the corner of his lips, he moves to reach across and run his hand through Daryl's hair. Brushing it out of his eyes and moving to tuck a strand of it behind his ear as he does. "I must admit," he says, his voice low and silky, "I was not looking very hard. My own interests lie everywhere."

[dirtyredneck]

"Yeah? And what interests are those?" Daryl asked, reaching out blindly for another grape and trying to pop it into his mouth in a coy manner. His eyes staying on Jean-Claude's as he licked each finger afterwards despite there being nothing on them to get off.