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who do i dream of if not you?           (or—       him.)

i am all out of sorts tonight,      aren’t i?

we're the same,    we're one.      there's no which.        come back,  achilde..

i won’t let you freeze.  that, i can give a guarantee for.  there are plenty of ways to keep warm.     [a freudian slip—up. she’d excuse the pink in her cheeks to the northern frostbite, sitting down to gaze upon extending gardens covered in white.]     do you like the north so far?  my mother’s told me about how your family had conducted a visit with your sisters many winters ago.  when we were both babes.  the summer child caught a cold and had to be ushered back south.  shame you never grew to like it. 

@eurysphea       winter has never been my favorite,    a summer child through and through.     [when the coat is placed around his shoulders,   he lets out a soft grunt.    it’s heavy and a bit itchy,    but does it job of keeping him warm.]     thank you.   

—       here. 

ha ha.   hah.   what is it,  you will finish dragoneirdom and proceed to a career in comedy?  appearing in a dream does   /not/   mean y—     (!)   it does not constitute what you are painfully misdiagnosing it with, achilde membresia. 

@eurysphea          dreaming about me?    ha..    are you falling in love with me,  theah dallen?        

i had a dream about you. 

i didn’t have the heart to wake you. 

gathered that from the terrible look he gave when he tracked me down.  (…)   i don’t think he knows how terrifying that actually is @kimaquare     

@reapsowed        [the paper is tucked into his back pocket]      can’t be gone for too long.  nate almost had a heart attack when he found out you were gone.     

it was fine,  [ paper half cut and folded neatly rest between his fingers.  then, without a second thought about it, offered back to it’s rightful owner]       was looking forward to a longer trip,   though.    @kimaquare 

what can i say?   i’ve perfected the color theory logic.   besides—    who do you think puts nate in those nice suits.    my eye is certainly better for complimentary clothing than the likes of elders.    but i’m glad you like the color..   not too light,    yet not dark—   regal,   and it compliments your complexion and your eyes.

@stagqrc            you have an eye for this,   but i do want to know how you managed to find this specific shade in less than twenty-four hours.      

ah.     [she blinks, ghost of slender digits hovering to brush over glossed hair in affirmation.]     i thought they might look a bit silly for a more formal gathering. 

@eurysphea          you as well.      though,    i prefer your curls over the pin-straight.    

[the scent of it is carried with the april winds, blown to perfume the dallen’s exported dress with exotic tobacco before she lolls it off with rolled eyes. though there’s the sighting of a quaint squirm in her features, as if hand-fed a dozen baby lemons.]     that’s a terrible thing to say.   or think..   or do. 

@eurysphea          [a brow quirk upwards,  the stick of tobacco resting between his pointer and middle finger.]        is that not the point?  setting my self up for a slow and steady death.