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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 12:07:03 GMT -5
Autumn sat on one of the couches in the Rec Room. It was well past midnight, but she couldn't sleep. She already played one person pool and one person foosball to try to calm down enough to sleep, but it wasn't working. She couldn't let the barriers in her mind down, but she had to if she wanted to sleep, it took too much concentration. Eventually, she decided that maybe distracting herself with music would help get her mind away from listening to others. Blocking out Chaosti and edward's thoughts, Logan's worry for her, and whatever Daemon wanted to stay hidden. She pulled out her CD player from the bag she'd brought with her and listened to it. She did eventually get sucked into the music and drifted to sleep on the couch.
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 14:02:09 GMT -5
Daemon wandered again, this time in a state of immense irritation. He was stuck. This happened sometimes – he tried to wake up, and found that he couldn’t. Even if he returned to his own dreams, he couldn’t extract himself from them. He’d already tried going into other people’s dreams and waking them, hoping it would jolt him back to his own body – but to no avail. And so he paced through dreams, flinging things into them now and then. A giant spider for one, a dementor in another, etcetera. He stumbled into a rather intimate dream, and paused. It was either Chaosti’s or Daemon’s – he didn’t know them well enough to recognize the imprint of their minds, but he could tell it definitely belonged to one of them. For kicks, he summoned the shade of the school’s potion teacher to walk in on them, then left the dream. The next dream he wandered in to, of course, happened to be Autumn’s.
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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 14:09:08 GMT -5
Autumn once again found herself in that same hallway with Chaosti and Edward at the end of it, but this time, she summoned enough willpower to turn and walk the other way. Of course, now she would just be wandering the school aimlessly. But when she got to the corner, she saw Daemon and stopped dead in her tracks. "Did you come on your own, or is this my subconscious?"
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 17:06:41 GMT -5
Daemon crossed his arms and leaned against the stone wall that was suddenly there. His lips twitched into a small smile and he said, "You tell me." He'd been avoiding her dreams, after the night of Virginia's assassination. But he supposed it was inevitable that he would return - visibly, that was. He'd already slipped in before, invisibly watching. Once he thought he'd seen the orphanage she'd spoken of before, but couldn't be sure without asking. He hadn't asked, had stayed swathed in dream shadow. There was something about her subconscious that drew him. Or perhaps it was just because her dreams were more interesting than most of those of the other students and teachers here.
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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 19:09:28 GMT -5
Autumn sighed. "It must be you," she said. "You're being cryptic." She didn't want to show it, but she was happy the he was here. In her dreams since the last time she'd seen him, she got a creepy sensation that she was being watched and she'd wanted to ask him about it. But since she could never be alone with him when they were awake anymore, she wanted to ask him here. But then again, she could have been assuming and he may know nothing about it. She decided to wait to ask him.
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 19:25:56 GMT -5
Daemon laughed softly, idly setting a rose vine to grow up the stone wall across from him, roots jamming themselves between cracks in the rock and flower buds slowly appearing. It was like watching a time lapse of plant growth on the nature channel. "Perhaps. I wonder if you're right."
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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 19:31:25 GMT -5
Autumn watched the flowers growing, a smile building on her face. "Well, either way, I'm happy you're here," she said absently. When she realized what she said, she was a little suprised that she had addmitted it, but was glad that she did. She never would have if she was thinking about it, but she did want him to know that someone in the world appreciated him. Maybe she could be the one to get him to finally settle down and "quit" his "job."
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 19:37:17 GMT -5
Daemon raised an eyebrow at that and asked, "Miss me? Still can't figure out how to change your dreams on your own?"
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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 19:41:49 GMT -5
"No, it's not that," Autumn said. "I'd just rather see you than anything else my stupid brain comes up with." She shrugged. "It's mostly been Chaosti and Edward or stupid things I remember from the orphanage or what I would say if I ever saw my bitch of a mother again.... It's a lot nicer to have you here. Granted, I'd still probably rather you than Logan or any of my other friends. They'd all be worrying about me..."
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 19:46:49 GMT -5
As she spoke, the roses bloomed and Daemon extended the vines further, weaving together a swing of sorts that hung from the ceiling. When it was completed, he sat down. Surprisingly for such a delicate-looking creation, it held perfectly under his weight. "The lesser of the evils I can understand," he drawled. "But your friends - if they were in your dream, you could simply make them not worry."
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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 19:55:01 GMT -5
"No, you are definitely not the lesser of the evils," Autumn assured him as she watched him on the swing. She was almost entranced by the sight of him there as she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. "You're more of... The greater of a bunch of goods. Believe me, I don't see you as evil." Then she considered the second part of what he said and looked at the floor before continuing. "But I don't think I would make them do anything. I've known them inside out for so long that I know how they would act in any situation. Plus, I tend to get slightly masochistic after something goes wrong in my life and the good opinion I have of myself disappears. I tend to believe that whatever went wrong happened because of me even if I know it didn't... It's almost like I feel I need to be responsible for things because of my powers." She looked back up at him and gave a weak laugh. "Sorry, I can get into a rant pretty easily."
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 20:04:00 GMT -5
Daemon tilted his head, studying Autumn in contemplative silence as she spoke, the dark pools of his eyes unblinking. He wasn't quite sure where she was going with all of this. He had an inkling, and it wasn't a good inkling. He'd been down that road before. That was part of the reason he never stayed in his own dreams very long any more - that road, and the things on it, tended to appear there, persistently. He dismissed this thought though, focusing instead on what else she said. "It wouldn't really be them, if your friends were in your dream," he pointed out. "Unless they suddenly acquired my little ability. Which would be a bit of a cockblock to my ego. I like to think of myself as unique."
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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 20:11:22 GMT -5
Autumn smiled at him. "From what I know, your mage is unique," she said. "But one of the things I pride myself in is that my dreams are realistic. No freaky time travel, no parallel universes... Just me and the people and places around me. Plus, it's kind of hard to change anyone in your dreams if you're that close to them. I've tried and hated the result." She cocked her head to the side for a second before laughing. "You know, I probably could have mentioned that without going on an entire rant... Sorry about that."
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 20:23:32 GMT -5
Daemon shook his head and said, "I don't mind." He extended the swing more, growing the vines out to make room for Autumn to sit as well, a silent invitation. "Your dreams are certainly more interesting than most. I may just have to put a hit out on the next person who has a falling dream myself."
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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 20:28:38 GMT -5
Autumn sat next to him, trying not to seem to eager. "You think me being rooted to the spot while my subconscious makes me watch Chaosti and Edward cuddle is interesting?" Then she remembered the other dreams she'd been having and her curiosity took over. "Wait, you've seen more than just this one, haven't you? You've seen at least the orphanage one because I could have sworn someone else was there. But did you see the one with my mom?" She didn't want him to go all cryptic again, but she had a feeling he might. Hopefully her giving out information freely before would help him loosen up with her.
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 20:39:19 GMT -5
Daemon shrugged nonchalantly, tilting his head back to gaze at the blue sky and puffs of cloud that suddenly appeared, despite the ceiling being there a moment before. "I may have popped in now and then. When nobody else had anything interesting to dream." In truth, he was a bit embarrassed. He wasn't used to people knowing he'd been there at all. It was an odd situation.
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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 20:46:55 GMT -5
"Well, if nothing else, you know more about my past than you did before," Autumn said. She looked up at the sky as well, though still managing to see Daemon out of the corner of her eye. "And you know how I feel about my mom. Well, you sort of knew that anyway, but still." She sighed and looked completely away from him. "I wish I could get my brother out of her evil grasp though. He's a good kid from what I've found out. She's just brainwashing him. And my dad's no better."
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 20:51:14 GMT -5
Daemon looked over at her, a contemplative expression on his face as he asked, "Do you know where they are?"
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Post by Sharkbait on Aug 25, 2008 20:58:09 GMT -5
Autumn shook her head, glad for once that she had no idea as to their current wherabouts. "No, they move every couple years," she said. "Last I knew they were moving out of a London flat to go live somewhere in some random Scandanavian village. But it doesn't matter. I've decided that I'm going to be nothing like her when I have kids and that's that."
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 25, 2008 21:03:37 GMT -5
Daemon sighed, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. "Pity," he murmured. "I don't have anything lined up to do yet after I leave. Lars usually runs a pretty tight schedule. I'm too used to it, and never know what to do with free time." He gave a lazy half-stretch, eyes still closed. "Might've been nice to do some rescuing."
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