We are stuff as Dreams are made on

We are such stuff as Dreams are made on...

Zhao Yunlan was tired.

Everything he had strived to build with the S.I.D; his duty to the people of Dragon City and beyond, had crumbled down to nothing in the matter of a few days.

He felt as if even the S.I.D family he had grown to love was now in disarray, and even the Black Cloaked envoy, his Professor Shen, seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Yunlan wasn't stupid to realise most of his bad decisions over the past few days had come about due to him not having the calming presence of Shen Wei around him; stopping him from losing his temper too quickly, or helping him through the tough choices he would have to make to keep everyone afloat.

And Zhao Yunlun was tired.

Tired of the mask of confidence and bravado he constantly wore to hide the fact that, on the inside, he was a terrified child calling out for his mother...

He hadn't slept properly for about 3 nights, what with everything Zhu Hong and her dream.

He felt as if falling asleep would leave him weak and vulnerable to whatever dark magic might still be around... Or even worse, it'd leave him alone with his memories & longings...

The human body, however, cares little for wary hearts and potential traumas, instead kicking into self preservation mode.

Yunlun had slumped down uncomfortably in his chair 5 minutes after he returned to his flat and fallen fast asleep straight away.

His mind drifted in and out of various dream lands, until he suddenly felt himself fall into one.

His surroundings were unfamiliar, and yet he vaguely knew them somehow.

He was laying in fourposter bed, luxurious red curtains shielded the rest of whatever room he was in from him.

He couldn't tell what time of day it was, for even with the shine of a mysterious light through the curtains, it was obvious the world outside was dark.

Yunlan then began to become aware of two very significant things.

One, he was not alone in the bed, as the other occupant, attached to his right arm, shifted slightly.

And two, he was completely naked under the red sheets.

Yunlan turned his head carefully to look at his bedmate, only to find he could only see the top of their head.

The long black hair of the person was confusing to him.

If this was another part of Zhu Hong's dream, why would she not have her usual hairstyle?

Just as he was pondering this, the figure stirred again, nuzzling closer to Yunlan.

'...Zhu Hong?' Yunlan whispered cautiously.

The figure sighed and spoke, which was when Yunlan realised that this very male sounding voice was definitely not Zhu Hong.

And was also definitely a voice he knew very well.

'Who is 'Zhu Hong'?' Murmured a sleepy sounding Shen Wei.

Yunlan was frozen with shock as Wei turned his head to face him with a small frown on his face.

'I sure hope that isn't some floozy you're going to leave me for, now?' Wei asks, a hint of something playful yet disapproving in his tone.

God, Yunlan had never been so happy to hear Wei scold him again.

'It's you...? It's really you!?' Yunlan softly exclaimed, gingerly reaching towards Wei's face to touch it.

Wei's frown dissipates into one of mild amusement and confusion.