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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ the texture of the air feels like water, thick but flowing, muffling the background music that sounds suspiciously like a third-rate orchestra. it annoys him, makes him jump to his feet from where he is seated. it doesn't take a genius to figure out where (what) he was currently situated & him being simon, he figured the figuring-out part was even easier.

he snorts. ]

This is a stupid dream.

[ it kinda feels like the atmosphere of the tubes. the thought makes him a little more nervous, but it was a dream, a dream & that hypothesis is further proven when he turns around to come face-to-face with a glass wall that stretched far & far & far into the depths of this (stupid) dreamscape.

the glass is cool against his fingertips. there are small holes littered consistently across the glass as if it's letting in air onto his side -- or the other. ]

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[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ and somewhere in the far, far distance of the other side, a figure appears, walking very slowly towards the front of said glass wall.

doesn't hesitate in offering a smile once he's close enough, stopping a few feet away to get a good look at simon, even if he's just staring into his eyes. ]

Well hello there, Simon. Fancy seeing you here in this-- [ pauses to look around, raising an eyebrow within his smile. ] --lovely place.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ looks at him for a moment, curious. breaks eye contact after a moment to look around only to look back to the other again. ]

This? Lovely? You have bad taste.

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[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles, slightly amused. ]

It's called sarcasm, but I wouldn't expect you to know that. You are the baby of the family, after all.

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ pauses and looks away, humming to himself in thought. ]

Hmm. Technically Oliver is, but he's not visiting me at the mome--

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[ eyes widen slightly, as if he's excited. turns back to beam at simon. almost giggles enthusiastically. ]

Oh, nevermind. There he is! Oh, this is quite interesting...

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ gives him a look, trying to get across his less-than-favorable opinion on the other's intelligence. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ then just sighs. ]

Guess I can't blame you for not being able to figure it out yet.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

This is my dream. Oliver wouldn't be here. I don't want him here.

[ but does look around a little bit, just to make sure. finding no said person, looks disappointed & irritated at once. ]

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ ... ping. controls his smile. ]

You don't? [ decides to play dumb, head tilted to the side. ] Now why's that, Simon?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

Because. It's mine. [ speaking as if this explains everything. & to him, it does. ]

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[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks like he's holding himself back from laughing, snickering here and there. ]

I knew I'd like you best!

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[ presses his palms against the glass, looking at the little holes as a finger slips through one of them, circling the inside rim. ]

Hm hm hm. Yes, we're quite alike when you get upset.

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks up at him, bouncing on his heels, a mad look about him. ]

Can I show you, then? Can I show you, Simon? Can I?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ ... hook & line. curious. peers at him. ]

Show me what?

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[madtype.livejournal.com]

Something fun!

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ holds up two fingers. ]

You have two choices. I'll show them both out of the goodness of my heart, just because I think you're amazing and wonderful, but since it's your dream, we'll play a game to make it worthwhile.

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ his eyes glow as he smirks. ]

One or two, Simon. Choose wisely.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ preens, but that stops when his attention's hooked, thus distracted. again. ]

Just show me both anyway. Go in order. One!

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[madtype.livejournal.com]

As you wish.

[ suddenly it's dark, two single softly lit spotlights shining over the both of them. everything goes silent as the spinning of a reel is heard, the projection of a screen appearing in thin air, though it's close and large enough for both to see. ]

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ 4... 3... 2... 1 rolls on by, the invisible film starting up the "movie", though there's a pause and more silence before it starts.

sora is laying in bed, looking off of the screen as if he were simply dazing at absolutely nothing. he smiles, opens his mouth and speaks, but no words are heard. ]

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks to Simon, leaning over to whisper: ]

It's a silent film.

[ repositions himself and stares up at the "screen." ]

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ the scene still shows only sora and nobody else, up until he raises an arm, outstretched to a hand that he takes.

and there's anna, walking towards him with a smile, though they seem to exchange more inaudible words. they both look pretty happy, and even more so when anna leans down to meet sora's kiss half-way. ]

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ bounces slightly, fingernails caught between his teeth. ]

Here's the good part, Simon, so watch closely!

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ then it starts off the same way simon saw them before back in sora's study, yet it's more, now: undressing, caressing, gasping, smiling, moving.

the sound of a ticking clock finally fills the deam. he sighs and frowns. ]

Aw, shoot, it's almost over.

[madtype.livejournal.com]

[ side-glances over to simon, giving a cruel, uncaring look. ]

Take it in, Simon, there's not much time left.