( what if he loses his "dork" title because he's thinking about fucking his girlfriend too much!! )
They all feature you. But the nightly ones are the prophetical ones. During the day I don't know. I have this memory where you're reading on a chaise, your stockinged feet up on the cushions, your fingers pressed up against your chin to try and stop yourself from smiling at whatever you were reading. You looked so pretty, I completely lost my train of thought. I just stared at you until you felt it, and then you nudged your toes in my chest to snap me out of it. It's a perfect memory. I think about it all the time. Um. I guess there are other ones too. You know.
( that one just happened to be very wholesome, but he's a growing boy, and while his thoughts are generally central to the holy war he enacted, when his brain gives him the grace to think about alina — it's not always so innocent. )
( giggling twirling her hair kicking her feet etc )
I remember. Because I was sneaking looks at you, too. I was reading a ridiculous romance I borrowed from Alia, with all of the terrible dialogue you would expect. And you had that book on old myths tucked in your lap, and you hadn't turned a single page since you opened it. I had to make sure your heart hadn't gone into shock. Paul Atreides, ignoring his books? Unheard of.
I never cared much for being looked at. It never meant anything good for me, back home. But that was before you. I want you to always look at me the way you do now. Like reality is better than anything your books could tell you, because you're with me.
( ok sap. she sniffles, a little walloped by her own strong emotions, reaching for something lighter to undercut it — a little bubble of playfulness. )
Don't tell me about your other dreams. Not yet. I think I can guess. Should I try to read your mind? You can tell me if I'm right.
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I know, right?
( what if he loses his "dork" title because he's thinking about fucking his girlfriend too much!! )
They all feature you. But the nightly ones are the prophetical ones.
During the day
I don't know. I have this memory where you're reading on a chaise, your stockinged feet up on the cushions, your fingers pressed up against your chin to try and stop yourself from smiling at whatever you were reading. You looked so pretty, I completely lost my train of thought. I just stared at you until you felt it, and then you nudged your toes in my chest to snap me out of it. It's a perfect memory. I think about it all the time.
Um. I guess there are other ones too. You know.
( that one just happened to be very wholesome, but he's a growing boy, and while his thoughts are generally central to the holy war he enacted, when his brain gives him the grace to think about alina — it's not always so innocent. )
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I remember. Because I was sneaking looks at you, too.
I was reading a ridiculous romance I borrowed from Alia, with all of the terrible dialogue you would expect.
And you had that book on old myths tucked in your lap, and you hadn't turned a single page since you opened it.
I had to make sure your heart hadn't gone into shock. Paul Atreides, ignoring his books? Unheard of.
I never cared much for being looked at. It never meant anything good for me, back home.
But that was before you. I want you to always look at me the way you do now.
Like reality is better than anything your books could tell you, because you're with me.
( ok sap. she sniffles, a little walloped by her own strong emotions, reaching for something lighter to undercut it — a little bubble of playfulness. )
Don't tell me about your other dreams. Not yet.
I think I can guess. Should I try to read your mind? You can tell me if I'm right.