When A Black Cat Crosses Your Path

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Yes... *Takes a careful step inside, though only just past the doorframe, obviously not sure about getting stuck in a room with a vampire* I was... coming to check on a paper, but I can come back another time.

Look what I found in my closet!

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*blinks at him, looks down at the deep red poofy dress she was wearing and the back up to him* Umm, ok. *pauses, crossing her arms and grinning* How did that come up? *moves forward but trips on the length of the dress and catches herself on the doorjamb* Wait..

What did you think? Are you on his side or mine?

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*Reaches out instinctively to catch her, then draws back when she seems to be alright* He told me to tell you what I thought about him in glasses when I saw you next. I am seeing you now.

His side, I suppose. Without.

Play With Me || Open

*Outside, sitting in the sun and the leaves calmly. Rather suddenly, he turns and attacks his tail as though it's offended him somehow.*

#lsohstarter

Fucking Hell..

*marks a particularly terrible paper with an F and grabs the bottle of whiskey on her desk, taking a huge gulp and glaring at the open door, daring someone to walk in since her hours were still open*

Fuck I wish I could get drunk. At least it still burns.

evangeline-kennedy-deactivated2

*Stops , staring at her and backpedals a few steps* Perhaps I should come back at another time...

Look what I found in my closet!

My prom dress!

Connor told me that I should tell you he looks sexy without glasses and less so with them. Perhaps not those exact words.

Free time.

[Smiles, sliding a hand up to toy his fingers through the other’s curls.] Tonight we sleep normally. We can put off the nightmare eating as long as you need to, Victor.

Just... just a night or two. To get myself ready, you know? I imagine they will not be pleasant nights. *Tips his face up and steals a final kiss* I love you. Good night.

Free time.

I know, lover. I know.

*Pauses, then snuggles down against him again* But for tonight, we sleep normally. Right? You can talk to the baku later.

Free time.

I will try to hold you the entire time. I think he may have to touch you in order to enter your dream, but I’ll make sure it’s just on your hand or something like that …

Okay. And, uhm... I mean, if it gets too bad and I snap at you like I did that one time... Or I try to hit you... remember that it is not you I am fighting. Okay?

Four hours..

*grins* Yeah, that’s what I think. With em I look like a sexy nerd or somethin’, I lose the raw sex appeal I exude normally. *laughs at himself* Hey, do me a favor, next time ye see Evan, tell her what you think, right? Maybe it’ll get her off me back.

Next time I see Evan, I will tell her how you look with glasses vs without glasses. Next time. *Nods seriously*

#//i hate that

Free time.

He has to be physically present to enter your dream, that’s all I remember. But once he does, he won’t be here. He’ll be in the dream. … And then I think he comes back out when he’s done. It’s all very weird.

But you will be there the whole time. And I don't have to establish any kind of connection with him. That should be okay.

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[Grunts unwillingly before opening her mouth for actual words.] Fine. Come in. [Rolls onto her side as she moves an open palm in the direction of the door as if waiting for him to hand her her possession out of expectation.]

*Takes a step inside and tugs the glasses, which are in fact hers, out of his pocket. He waits, seeming to decide whether or not to be an asshole, before placing them in her hand and nodding* You are welcome.

Free time.

[Chuckles, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him gently.] And I love you.

So... All I have to do for this is sleep and withstand horrific nightmares, right? Do I have to spend any actual time with this person?

Four hours..

If yer friends with Evan, ye’ve probably seen it or heard her talk about her favorite shoes bein’ Gucci. *chuckles a bit at his reaction* Like I said, strong prescription. *chuckles, only a bit surprised by his request* Seriously? They’re just glasses. *waves his hand* Sure, I suppose, just.. gimme a sec. *digs into his messenger bag again, pulling the little container that normally held his contacts. He turned away, in an effort not to gross him out, and removed his contacts. Once that was done he turned back to Victor with the glasses on*

There, what d’ye think?