my youth i pray to keep

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Reblog if your muse suffers from frequent nightmares. 

[indisguisesnooneknows]

Big Dreams, Gangster.

Kellin Masters

Prompt: “I accidentally Super Swiped on you because I panicked and now I don’t know what to do.”

So he’d been out of the game for awhile. His last relationship had gone nowhere especially after explaining that he was a virgin in every single way. It had hurt, but after whining at his twin sister Mackenzie about it she’d shown him the beauty of Tinder.

“Swipe left means no, swipe right means yes. Add some pictures and some lil blurb about yourself and it’s a great way to meet people!”

So that was exactly what he’d set out to do. He added some okay pictures of himself, added his two truths and a lie (I have an anxiety disorder, I can start a dead battery in a car with a snap of my fingers, and I’m kind of a player), and started to swipe back and forth. He didn’t really have a type as far as he knew and it showed in all of the different people he’d been swiping on.

Walking down the street in his own little world on his way to work, Kelly swiped up on his screen to change his music and a pop up came up saying that he’d... swiped swiped on someone?

What had he done? What had his sister gotten him into? What on earth was a super like and why was it notifying the other party of it? Oh no. No.

He laughed anxiously at himself and instantly turned off the screen of his phone, shoving it in his pocket and pretending that he’d never touched the app in the first place, suffering through the current song choice because he didn’t want to look at the device that was causing himself embarrassment.

Great.

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indisguisesnooneknows:

She listened to how his ability worked. Interesting. Fascinating.This event would make it into her book. Maybe if she learned how it worked and hooked into his power signature she’d be able to help teach him how it worked and learn it herself. Power signatures were something new for her compared to her shape shifting and immortality abilities which she’d had longer than she could remember.

They walked in the direction of her home and Eden had to look around somewhat confused. If they were going to his place why were they headed in the direction of hers. A question to be solved when they got to their destination.

“I have no regrets.” She flirted, squeezing back gently. Sex on a physical plane was almost boring. She’d had enough of it that when it came to things that she enjoyed it became routine to teach someone the way her body worked. It hadn’t felt like that last night and she wondered if this was going where she thought it was if it would feel different because they’d done it before on the dream plane, or whatever she would end up calling it that didn’t sound weird.

“I wonder if I was drawn to the bar.” She thought outloud. “I’ve been there before, however not recently.” She’d gotten there before him though so that couldn’t have been it…could it?

Dallon had counted the blocks they’d walked as they’d gone. “Here,” he finally said, tapping the steps up to the entrance of the towering red brick apartment building. He withdrew his keys from his pocket, feeling for the lock and letting them inside.

He thought about what she said. He was no believer in fate, that couldn’t be what this was. But then again, how was any of this theoretically possible? “I’ve been working at Monty’s for years, don’t remember talking to you before. I feel like I’d remember a voice like yours. Not a big drinker?” he asked casually, heading for the elevator.

[indisguisesnooneknows]

As they reached their destination Eden looked around in a concerned fashion. Her eyes went to the building where she owned the penthouse across the street and then she looked back at Dallon. So did his ability have a range? If she’d been sleeping only a block over would he have managed to find a way into her dreams?

She said nothing about where she lived and followed him inside, raising her eyebrows at his question. “I moved to the city a month ago.” Had he been in her dreams all month? What an invasion of privacy. And she felt a little bad for him on top of her comfort feathers being ruffled. She had dreams of her memories of war often. They weren’t necessarily good dreams and while she might be used to the nightmares of death destruction and chaos, the bartender might not be.

“I’ve been to Monty’s only once before. Sat in the corner with my laptop. I don’t think I even ordered anything.” She paused. “Not to say I’m not a drinker, I usually prefer something a little stronger than the local bar provides.”

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indisguisesnooneknows:

She raised her eyebrows at him and tried to think of places that she could take him. Her apartment was out of the question even if she could take care of herself in a fight. Her home was her sanctuary, where she didn’t have to pay attention to modern societal forms. Anyone who came into her space would have to have a very open mind and even the two of them had met in a dream last night, they were still strangers.

Dallon’s suggestion of going back to his place made her raise her eyebrows at him. There didn’t sound like there was room to protest and a more sane woman probably would have, however safety was halfway out of the window at this point and if he did try to attack her than he’d be in for a very nasty surprise. She followed easily, linking her arm further through his so that she could match his stride a little easier.

“Fine by me, my apartment is still covered in moving boxes. Definitely not somewhere I’m proud of right now.” she replied, interested in where he lived that was so close to where she might be sleeping in the off chance that it was her that might have this new ability.

“If it’s a joke then someone is playing it on both of us.” Being high didn’t sound like a bad idea right now to be honest though. She had some pot in her bag they could smoke if they really wanted to be high. “Tell me about your dream, how did it start?”

Dallon shot a glare in the direction of her voice. “As though you weren’t there, but sure, let’s just tell the whole world about our dirty dream escapades,” he mused, gesturing with his arm that was linked with hers to the general public walking the streets around them. Still, a moment of thought as they walked led him to realize it hadn’t started with her there.

“Yeah alright,” he finally agreed, his breath letting out in a sigh. “I dunno, I guess thinking back on it it seemed normal enough to start. You know how you just are in the middle of a dream and there’s not really a start or an end, you don’t know how you got there. It was like that, I guess. But the dream felt… bigger than normal. Does that make sense? Probably not, jesus…”

The sounds of cars speeding ahead of them alerted him to the crosswalk and he stopped, his cane smacking against the steel of the traffic light and he reached over for the crosswalk button, listening to the almost painfully loud electronic voice telling him “Wait!” and ticking as they waited their turn.

“It’s felt that way for a long time, I just have never done anything about it before, I guess. Until last night, I suppose. Just sort of, went beyond the boundaries of what felt normal. Like there’s almost a physical barrier where my dreams normally end, and I guess that means where someone else’s begins. Didn’t realize that’s what it was at the time.” His face flushed again and he squeezed his arm that was hooked through hers. “Can’t say I regret it though.”

[indisguisesnooneknows]

She listened to how his ability worked. Interesting. Fascinating.This event would make it into her book. Maybe if she learned how it worked and hooked into his power signature she’d be able to help teach him how it worked and learn it herself. Power signatures were something new for her compared to her shape shifting and immortality abilities which she’d had longer than she could remember.

They walked in the direction of her home and Eden had to look around somewhat confused. If they were going to his place why were they headed in the direction of hers. A question to be solved when they got to their destination.

“I have no regrets.” She flirted, squeezing back gently. Sex on a physical plane was almost boring. She’d had enough of it that when it came to things that she enjoyed it became routine to teach someone the way her body worked. It hadn’t felt like that last night and she wondered if this was going where she thought it was if it would feel different because they’d done it before on the dream plane, or whatever she would end up calling it that didn’t sound weird.

“I wonder if I was drawn to the bar.” She thought outloud. “I’ve been there before, however not recently.” She’d gotten there before him though so that couldn’t have been it...could it?

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indisguisesnooneknows

“I’ll be waiting.”

Eden waited patiently as he moved, not feeling a need to say anything anything else as he checked his phone and then headed to the back room where he could grab his jacket. She took the time he was gone to put her laptop in her purse and finish the beer he’d given her in one shot, paying one of the other bartenders and of course leaving a tip that was probably exorbitant considering how many drinks she’d had.

By the time he came back out, Eden was outside and ready to go with her phone in hand, tapping away at emails and messages. She looked up at him when he came out and strode to him click of heels sounding the way of her approach. Her hand clasped his elbow with a feather touch to let him know it was her and she let a smile into the edge of her voice.

“Where would you like to go?”

“Anywhere but fucking here,” he admitted with a shake of his head, the noises of the traffic, wind, and people outside already grating on his nerves as he ground his teeth together. “Okay, that’s a lie. I’m blind, and I can’t trust you, I’m not letting you take me anywhere. Mine. It’s not far,” he insisted. “Usually I bus, just more convenient, but the walk is only a few minutes if you’re up for it.”

Without waiting for a reply, he began to lead the way, his cane waving out in front of them as he strode forward. “This isn’t some sick joke? We actually, like, shared a dream last night? Or something? How is that even possible? Am I high right now?” His heart felt like it was beating in his throat and his stomach was churning, and he fought back the panic rising in his chest. This was absolutely insane. But maybe it would offer an explanation of so many more things, like his suddenly heightened senses, too.

[indisguisesnooneknows]

She raised her eyebrows at him and tried to think of places that she could take him. Her apartment was out of the question even if she could take care of herself in a fight. Her home was her sanctuary, where she didn’t have to pay attention to modern societal forms. Anyone who came into her space would have to have a very open mind and even the two of them had met in a dream last night, they were still strangers.

Dallon’s suggestion of going back to his place made her raise her eyebrows at him. There didn’t sound like there was room to protest and a more sane woman probably would have, however safety was halfway out of the window at this point and if he did try to attack her than he’d be in for a very nasty surprise. She followed easily, linking her arm further through his so that she could match his stride a little easier.

“Fine by me, my apartment is still covered in moving boxes. Definitely not somewhere I’m proud of right now.” she replied, interested in where he lived that was so close to where she might be sleeping in the off chance that it was her that might have this new ability.

“If it’s a joke then someone is playing it on both of us.” Being high didn’t sound like a bad idea right now to be honest though. She had some pot in her bag they could smoke if they really wanted to be high. “Tell me about your dream, how did it start?”

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indisguisesnooneknows:

She followed his movement and when he began to move backward, she retreated as well, reaching to close he laptop with a snap.

She’d felt the same electric feeling, a pulse that shuddered through her like a cold wind. She recognized his own specific power signature and she needed to know more. But was here the right place to discover a new ability and play with it a little? He seemed freaked out.

“No pranks. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” It was the truth for the most part. Okay, maybe it was a little lie.

Suddenly the pounding of his own heartbeat was overwhelming on top of all the other noises in the bar. Something strange was happening here, and Dallon was itching to figure this out, about ready to jump out of his skin if he didn’t get out of here. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself. “Okay, look, Eden…”

He fumbled for his back pocket, pulling out his phone. He unlocked it, tapping at the top and his screen reader read out the time. He’d barely made it half an hour into his damn shift. But fuck, he was shift manager wasn’t he? He had PTO saved up, it’s not like he ever had shit to do. “Just a sec.”

His hands guided him along the counter and then along the wall to the kitchen, where he called to his coworkers that he was going to dip out. Said he wasn’t feeling well, which wasn’t entirely untrue. His stomach felt full of anxiety, but he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. Before they could protest he headed back out to the front.

“Can we go talk about this somewhere more private?” he asked, collecting his cane from beneath the counter. “I need to grab my coat from the back room, meet me out front?”

[indisguisesnooneknows]

“I’ll be waiting.”

Eden waited patiently as he moved, not feeling a need to say anything anything else as he checked his phone and then headed to the back room where he could grab his jacket. She took the time he was gone to put her laptop in her purse and finish the beer he’d given her in one shot, paying one of the other bartenders and of course leaving a tip that was probably exorbitant considering how many drinks she’d had.

By the time he came back out, Eden was outside and ready to go with her phone in hand, tapping away at emails and messages. She looked up at him when he came out and strode to him click of heels sounding the way of her approach. Her hand clasped his elbow with a feather touch to let him know it was her and she let a smile into the edge of her voice.

“Where would you like to go?”

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indisguisesnooneknows:

Eden took his fingers and smoothed her palm over the back of his hand to get him used to the feel of her skin and heat against his. She didn’t comment on whether or not he’d get a tip because she wasn’t stingy, thank you very much.

She flipped his hand over gently, spread her fingers over his palm and up his arm gently, grazing fingertips ever so over his skin while she lifted his hand to her cheek. She kept her hand against his but slackened so that he could control his own movements, other hand supporting his elbow carefully.

Dallon suppressed another shiver as his hand met her cheek, the feeling almost unexpectedly electric. He brushed his thumb across her cheekbone, his rough skin tracing along her softer flesh to her ear, feeling down her jawline. Carefully reaching up to edge along her browbone, down the tip of her nose, up into her hair.

“Jesus christ,” he breathed. “How is that… This is crazy.” He dropped his hand suddenly, taking a step back like he’d been burned. “Is this some kind of prank?”

[indisguisesnooneknows]

She followed his movement and when he began to move backward, she retreated as well, reaching to close he laptop with a snap.

She’d felt the same electric feeling, a pulse that shuddered through her like a cold wind. She recognized his own specific power signature and she needed to know more. But was here the right place to discover a new ability and play with it a little? He seemed freaked out.

“No pranks. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” It was the truth for the most part. Okay, maybe it was a little lie.

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indisguisesnooneknows:

He turned red. She smirked. So it had been a really nice dream.

She paused, a pregnant silence spilling out between them. She’d had a naughty dream the night before. Could it had been him in her dream? She tended not to pay much attention to her dreams anymore if only because there was just so much for her brain to handle at once.

She was suddenly looking at him in a new light. He was special like she was. She could change into animals and he could see dreams. It had to be him because she hadn’t gained a new ability in an ice age. She racked her mind to try and remember something she’d said in her dream so that she could repeat it now, see if maybe they were on the same wavelength. Nothing came to her.

Except moans of course.

She spoke, realizing it had been a hot second since he’d last said something. Vision. Blind. She was right.

“I’d say that’s a shame, but you seem to have yourself handled.” There was no point in pitying someone with an empty apology when he was clearly functioning just fine without his vision intact.

“Give me your hand, we can test whether or not I’m as pretty as my voice is.” She outstretched her hand in front of her toward him, not wanting to enter his personal space and startle him.

He hesitated. He had a feeling what she was going to do, and it wasn’t something he loved to do, especially in a public setting, but his curiosity got the better of him.  How was it possible to dream of someone before you’d ever met them?

After a pause, he shook his head with a laugh. “This is ridiculous. I hope I’m getting an excellent tip out of this,” he exasperated, reaching his hand forward, completely unaware that she’d outstretched her own. His bumped into hers, but he was used to bumping into things unexpectedly by now, so he corrected quickly and placed his hand in her outstretched palm.

[indisguisesnooneknows]

Eden took his fingers and smoothed her palm over the back of his hand to get him used to the feel of her skin and heat against his. She didn’t comment on whether or not he’d get a tip because she wasn’t stingy, thank you very much.

She flipped his hand over gently, spread her fingers over his palm and up his arm gently, grazing fingertips ever so over his skin while she lifted his hand to her cheek. She kept her hand against his but slackened so that he could control his own movements, other hand supporting his elbow carefully.

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indisguisesnooneknows:

“I think that if you want something bad enough to dream about it, you attract it in real life.” Eden said simply with a shrug that rustled the fabric of her blouse. She pushed her curls off her shoulders. “I would buy that you dreamt of me and that’s why you recognize me. I’m still not sure why I recognize you, but maybe I dreamt of you.”

An interesting concept for a next book perhaps.

“So I guess the question becomes, did we have a good dream of each other or a bad dream?” She picked up the beer and sipped it. It wasn’t bad. Nothing like what she had become accustomed to over her many years, but after a little while all alcohol started to taste the same and have little affect. “This will do. thank you.”

Dallon choked a little on his own saliva at her question, his face flushing lightly. He turned away, covering his mouth with his fist as he coughed. Jesus christ, it really was the woman he’d dreamt of last night. How was he supposed to answer that question?

Feeling behind him for the counter once he’d caught his breath, he slowly oriented himself back towards the bar, not quite sure if he was facing her. “I-I mean I’d like to believe it was a pretty good dream, but I don’t want to speak on your behalf of course. Pretty realistic if I say so myself, but, I guess that all depends on what you look like of course. Lost most of my vision when I was like 13, so…” he added with a shrug, his cheeks still slightly red.

[indisguisesnooneknows]

He turned red. She smirked. So it had been a really nice dream.

She paused, a pregnant silence spilling out between them. She’d had a naughty dream the night before. Could it had been him in her dream? She tended not to pay much attention to her dreams anymore if only because there was just so much for her brain to handle at once.

She was suddenly looking at him in a new light. He was special like she was. She could change into animals and he could see dreams. It had to be him because she hadn’t gained a new ability in an ice age. She racked her mind to try and remember something she’d said in her dream so that she could repeat it now, see if maybe they were on the same wavelength. Nothing came to her.

Except moans of course.

She spoke, realizing it had been a hot second since he’d last said something. Vision. Blind. She was right.

“I’d say that’s a shame, but you seem to have yourself handled.” There was no point in pitying someone with an empty apology when he was clearly functioning just fine without his vision intact.

“Give me your hand, we can test whether or not I’m as pretty as my voice is.” She outstretched her hand in front of her toward him, not wanting to enter his personal space and startle him.

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indisguisesnooneknows:

She raised her brows at him when he leaned forward toward her even further, elbows against the bar. He was kind of adorable. Puppy dog eyes looking just past her as if he wasn’t exactly sure if he should make eye contact or not.

She tilted a little so that she was more in front of him, speaking a little clearer since she’d seen this type of look in a person before. He was likely visually impaired, but without further confirmation she couldn’t be certain.

“Strong men dream of strong women.” She flirted shamelessly with a bright grin that sounded in her voice. She lowered the lid of her laptop half way, intent on enjoying this conversation no matter how long it lasted.

“I will have a pint of whatever is your favourite…” she trailed off and her head tilted once more, eyes narrowing to make out what his name tag said. “Dallon.”

Dallon gave a skeptical snort, rolling his eyes. “You think so? Christ almighty.” Even so, he couldn’t help a small grin. Of course people had flirted with him on the job before, but it never failed to make him laugh.

Reaching under the bar he felt for a clean glass, counting the taps to his favorite stout. To an outsider it might seem like a ridiculous amount of experience, how he knew just when to stop. Really, it was just his newfound hypersensitivity allowing his hearing to pick up on when the glass was getting full.

He returned to where he’d been speaking with Eden, placing the glass approximately in front of her, albeit a little to her right. “If you don’t like it, it’s on the house.”

[indisguisesnooneknows]

“I think that if you want something bad enough to dream about it, you attract it in real life.” Eden said simply with a shrug that rustled the fabric of her blouse. She pushed her curls off her shoulders. “I would buy that you dreamt of me and that’s why you recognize me. I’m still not sure why I recognize you, but maybe I dreamt of you.”

An interesting concept for a next book perhaps.

“So I guess the question becomes, did we have a good dream of each other or a bad dream?” She picked up the beer and sipped it. It wasn’t bad. Nothing like what she had become accustomed to over her many years, but after a little while all alcohol started to taste the same and have little affect. “This will do. thank you.”