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[teetheyes]

I've got to be somewhere, bluebird. Keep your head.

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//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That's implying that I lost the last round...

[Into the bed he goes.]

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[pulls the covers around the both of them]

But you didn't really win, did you?

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Well that shuts him up good.]

... I won't go again.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[curls up close]

I'm your boyfriend - I'm not your mother. If you're not going because you don't want to worry me...it's takes more than that to get me protective.

[gives him a kiss on the cheek]

I can't do much to mess with him, though. I'd like to.

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I have a competitive streak. And I never had a mother.

[Old news. Returning the kiss.]

Good. He really put the squeeze on me.

That's because you don't dream.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

No, but I have, and she would kill me if I did something that stupid.

...is it good I don't dream?

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It... wasn't stupid. They asked me.

I don't know, dreams are important.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I guess you did help that little girl.

[chuu]

Are they?

[lies on his stomach]

I haven't dreamed since I was...two hundred. I just couldn't take it one day, and so I stopped. Every once in a while a dream gets through, but they're almost always nightmares.

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Indifferent to Sakura herself, but he accepts the chuu.]

Yes.

[Teetheyes closing to dull his headache.]

We're important too, you know. At least... I am. Sandalphon's a different kind, but in my world, I am.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[pets his arm carefully]

Every night. Images of war, of blood, of fear. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't...so my mother taught me how to close the doors from the dreams. From the nightmares.

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The more they talk about Blue's dreams, the better he feels, and guiltier.]

That bad? Your mom had special connections.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I didn't think so at the time.

Now...now I wonder.

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Hand over the one petting his arm.]

What do you wonder.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

What Dream said at the trial. About my mother.

[squeezes his hand a little]

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Eyes open again.]

He says a lot of things... Things about things that don't even exist anymore, but they're... still relevant.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

He said he didn't testify for you.

He said he did it for me. Because of my mother.

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

... I'm not surprised.

You don't miss dreaming about anything good?

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

...I don't know.

I haven't done it in so long.

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It's a good place to go, sometimes...

[A little nod, then a kiss.]

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[kiss back]

Sleep, Cori. You need it.

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

All right, Blue.

[Another nod, eyes closing again.]

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[kiss to Cori's cheek]

Sleep well, love.

[watches him for a while before going to sleep himself]