Dreams || Lashton

two

Red surrounded him, and while at first Luke was startled by the intensity of the color he realized that was not what was important about the situation. The floors were a dark wood which had clearly been waxed as he could see his reflection within them. He looked at his hands, surprised he was able to see them as that wasn't common for lucid dreaming.

"Hello?" He called out, a smile on his face as his delicate hands grazed along the red walls and his blue eyes stared at the shimmering and twinkling diamond chandeliers hanging above his head on the high ceiling. While the hallway was very strange, it was very plain at the same time. No doors resided on the sides of each wall, but rather the hallway was long and led to one at the end of it. However, there was no door behind him, and it made him wonder how one would end up in the hallway in the first place. He was only wearing his boxers, typical of his dreams seeing as he slept in only boxers. He lifted his feet, amazed at how he was able to control his body. Moving forward through the hallway, and looking around hoping to see anything new. To his dismay, the basic hallway remained the same and did not change.

A part of him felt tugged back, refusing to continue going forward. However, Luke refused to listen to this part of him. The curiosity was killing him, and this was his first lucid experience— he couldn't just let it go to waste.

Walking down the hallway his barefoot stepped on something, his eyes slowly moving down to gaze at his foot which arose from resting on the cold smooth surface of the item he had stepped upon. A pink crystal was before him, it was a smokey raspberry color and he instantly felt drawn towards it, picking it up and looking at it closely, the gemstone being seemingly perfect with how smooth it was.

"Beautiful," he smiled, wishing he knew what kind of crystal it was. Holding it close to him, before walking closer to door at the end of the hall, with its dark exterior. It called to Luke, and he wanted to just run to it but couldn't help the relaxation he felt.

The walls began moving closer to him, and he looked curiously at them as they began closing in on his small frame. Luke continuing to walk as if he was indestructible, towards the door which called his attention where it's all he could think about. Upon reaching it, the walls were narrow enough so that only a child could fit through it, walking side ways. Luke felt constricted as the walls were grazing both the back of his body and front of his body. His hand reached out and twisted the cold metal doorknob, opening the door wide to a bedroom, his body being flung towards it out of desperation to get out of the cramped space.

Standing up weakly, joints aching and moaning at the feeling of getting off the hardwood floor they had just been tossed so carelessly upon. He stood in front of the door, however this time on the other side of it. Looking at the red hallway go back to the way it had been when he initially entered the lucid dream. His head tilted to the side in confusion, opening his palm to see the crystal still in it.

"Pink tourmaline I see, one that displays the light a person's heart has, and the love they are willing to give," a deep masculine voice stated, Luke, turning his body slowly to see an intimidating man laying in a red silk bathrobe on a massive bed, he assumed it was a king-sized bed— seeing as it was a bed a man as handsome as a king was laying in.

A light blush flushed Luke's body, his eyes moving to gaze at the floor rather than the man.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue," the man chuckled, his chestnut colored hair being messy as if he had just woken up, his eyes were a hazel color with way too many hints of red within them. The yellow lighting of the room coming from a small old lamp on the nightstand did not do justice for his jaw or cheekbones, so sharp that Luke swore if he touched the stranger's bone structure he would cut himself.

"Am I still dreaming?" Luke asked softly, feeling like something was off with the stranger, however, he couldn't allow himself to wake up for he was far too fascinated with where he was, and the stranger before.