𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 [𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝]

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

☆꧁✬ 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ✬꧂☆

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that gleam in your eye is so familiar a gleam

In the soft, fleeting hours of the night, Spencer Reid finds love.

It comes in flashes.

Honeyed hair and a low, feminine voice. The scent of cinnamon and amber, deep and dizzying. In his dreams, she feels real. How else would he be able to hold her or know that her hands are cold?

He sees her in dizzying detail, from the roots of her hair (which is growing back brown), to her nails (painted a different shade of pastel), down to the crescent birthmark on her ankle. The detail deceives him into believing she is real.

At one point, he thought she was Maeve, because of the blonde hair. However, he has heard Maeve before. For months, the sound of her voice was the only thing he truly knew about her.

This ephemeral being in his dreams does not sound like Maeve.

Certainly, she reminds him of Maeve, with the way she slips away before he can get a good look at her face.

Oh, the things he would do to get a glimpse of her face, to see her beyond his dreams.

New York City is loud.

Everyone is doing their own versions of spells here, prayers and meditations and manifestations late into the night. Everyone is trying to be something, someone, and it all rings in a near painful cacophony of desperation and drive.

Jet Clarke has learned to tune it out, learned that surrounding her bed with salt and wearing black tourmaline helps give her a moment of peace, especially in the night when she's trying to get some sleep.

Somehow, he still manages to slip through. Who? She doesn't know. She's more concerned over the fact that he keeps getting past her protective spells than she is about his identity.