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interstellar55552016-04-10 09:54 am
melodiouspacifist) wrote in interstellar55552016-04-10 09:54 am
When I Fall Asleep
Who: Demyx and Luce.
What: Demyx has had a couple of very unusual dreams that feel very wrong for some reason.
When: April 10th.
Where: They meet at a cafe.
Warnings: Likely none. Just a lot of strangeness.
It had been three nights in a row. Three nights of strange, unusual dreams that seemed like normal, every day things one could experience, but was that really him?
Nothing against his band, of course, but ever since the initial shock of Sora's gentle warning, he'd fiercely closed off his heart to them, to protect himself. Sora hadn't meant for that to happen, Demyx was sure, but he'd gotten the impression he was unwanted in the group. That was fine. He didn't need to be close to them anyway. Business associates and that's all. As long as he did what Pride asked of him, he wouldn't lose this opportunity.
It left him feeling quietly bereft, because they were all close. They'd all been together awhile and he was an interloper, someone who didn't belong. No wonder they hadn't been welcoming. He could never measure up to the person he'd replaced, he figured. They were all nice, at a distance, but Demyx wouldn't call them friends and he didn't want to let them get closer than arms length.
No person could keep sane entirely alone forever, and he had met a charming young lady who had offered her ear. That was why he'd called Luce. He needed someone to talk to.
The cafe seemed nice. Innocuous. He sat and ordered himself some coffee and a sweet pastry, not dissimilar from the one in his dreams and he waited for her.
What: Demyx has had a couple of very unusual dreams that feel very wrong for some reason.
When: April 10th.
Where: They meet at a cafe.
Warnings: Likely none. Just a lot of strangeness.
It had been three nights in a row. Three nights of strange, unusual dreams that seemed like normal, every day things one could experience, but was that really him?
Nothing against his band, of course, but ever since the initial shock of Sora's gentle warning, he'd fiercely closed off his heart to them, to protect himself. Sora hadn't meant for that to happen, Demyx was sure, but he'd gotten the impression he was unwanted in the group. That was fine. He didn't need to be close to them anyway. Business associates and that's all. As long as he did what Pride asked of him, he wouldn't lose this opportunity.
It left him feeling quietly bereft, because they were all close. They'd all been together awhile and he was an interloper, someone who didn't belong. No wonder they hadn't been welcoming. He could never measure up to the person he'd replaced, he figured. They were all nice, at a distance, but Demyx wouldn't call them friends and he didn't want to let them get closer than arms length.
No person could keep sane entirely alone forever, and he had met a charming young lady who had offered her ear. That was why he'd called Luce. He needed someone to talk to.
The cafe seemed nice. Innocuous. He sat and ordered himself some coffee and a sweet pastry, not dissimilar from the one in his dreams and he waited for her.
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"I'd like that, it's pretty confusing. I can't remember having weird vivid dreams before."
Demyx blinked. "In the industry? Weird."
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The next comment makes her pause, trying to figure out how to word it. "It is... There are a lot of people, in fact, who don't think they're really dreams at all."
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"Not dreams?" Demyx blinked at her, trying to puzzle that out. "I mean, they happen when I'm asleep so...what else could they be? I've never owned a long leather coat."
Wait, hadn't he mentioned leather before?
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