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undergrounds2017-02-05 09:53 am
outstandingbalance) wrote in undergrounds2017-02-05 09:53 am
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Mr. Sandman
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
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
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"There are no need for titles here, Micheletto," he says, softly. His own dark eyes meeting the other man's in turn. Studying his face, his expression for a long moment before continuing to say, "I have not caused this. If you are displeased with the present situation, then you are free to leave." He tightens his hand around the other man's for a moment. "Simply know that I will not be the one to push you away."
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"There is a need yet," he replies, his voice now a bit strained. With his fingers still guarding the amulet, he continues, "You are not at all concerned, then, that something is bewitching you? And that someone is bewitching you with dreams of me?"
It's incredulous. This whole situation is.
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"Thus we are faced together with a dilemma, for here we remain together," he continues, his eyes flicking up to meet the other man's, before he gently releases his hand at last.
"I will admit to you honestly," he says, after a moment's pause. "If I were in control of such a reverie, this is certainly not how it would unfold."
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Though the Duke's skin was icy cold, his touch's absence seems even more so. Micheletto slowly draws his hand away to place his witch's amulet back beneath his shirt, yet the sensation of Jean-Claude's hand holding his still ghosts over him. Damn it. Damn it all. This is not at all going as planned. He should just leave now, make his apologies and excuses and--
"And how would you have it unfold?" He asks, the question falling unbidden from his lips.