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Effects: Happiness and contentment. ♥ ...and then it devolves into a whole lot of confusion and doubt.


A darkened room. A view of the ceiling. Light blue paint, and spots of pale yellow, the kind that should glow in the dark, visible near the tiny slivers of the early morning sun barely peeking in over the curtains' tops, a strong yellow that turns the blue into green. The spots are stars, if anyone recognizes the patterns -- the Big Dipper, Draco, Cassiopeia, the Little Dipper with a light bulb where Polaris should be, the fixture taken out and replaced with a smaller dome just for that reason. Around the dreamer, soft sheets. Warmth. Someone else's warmth, and soft skin, a body's welcome weight on the dreamer's arm.

A yawn -- and they shifted just a little. The dreamer closed their eyes briefly, smiling, simply enjoying the moment, and then turned their head to the side.

Posters were on the wall. Dragons, humanoids with wings and strange colors, perhaps fairies, unicorns, fantastically-colored birds, and creatures that defied attempts to classify them, with horns and big noses and large eyes, fur and feathers and tails and scales, some with clothes, others without. Castles, lush trees, knights and archers, people with pointed ears, and a man with a long beard and staff and tall, pointed hat that matched his robes. Something furry hung in the corner, a long-haired creature with googly plastic eyes, hanging from a wooden cross by some long strings. In front of the view of all of that, skin. The shoulder, peeking out from under the blue sheets, was pale, the arm tanless and the back unobscured by any bra's strap, revealing a dusting of little freckles that led up to short, fluffy red hair.

The dreamer reached over with their other arm, tugging the sheet back up over the other, tucking them in gently... only for that hand to be caught by a softer one, a smaller, female one. Maybe she wasn't so asleep after all.

"Hey." A quiet whisper, and leaning forward, the dreamer planted a kiss against her bare shoulder, moving to hug her, holding her hand a little more right back.

"Hey." Her voice was warm, with a hint of a tease as she held his hand against her chest, her heartbeat slow and steady and warm.

"Sleep well?"

"Mmm," an agreement. She moved a little, leaning more against his chest, as content to relax there with him as he was with her.

A melody interrupted the quiet moment, an acoustic guitar and strings, and a male voice. "Why are there so many songs about rainbows,"

He groaned a little, not getting up, just peeking behind him at the end table there beside the bed. Two cell phones sat next to the lady's glasses, one of their screens blinking, the caller ID illegible from that angle.

"--and what's on the other side?"

"Someone doesn't know what time it is," she mumbled, pulling his arm over her more. He chuckled and leaned forward, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Rainbows are visions,"

"Someone includes me, you know."

She just laughed at that. "Yeah, your stupid clock."

He glanced up at the clock on the wall -- the hour hand was pointing about halfway between the seven and the eight, and the minute hand was up between the thirteen at the top, and the one next to it. "It's not stupid," he corrected her, trying to sound serious. "It's impossible."

She laughed again, and let go of him so that he could reach the little phone, scooting away enough to give him room to get up.

"I know they're--"

He flipped it open with the hand he held it in, and put it to his ear, propping himself up on his elbow. "Hello?"

Abel's voice greeted him. "Harley, did you eat all of the cheesecake I brought home last night?"

"...huh?"

"The cheesecake. I put it in the fridge, and now it's gone. Did you eat it?"

He frowned, shaking his head before he remembered that the gesture wouldn't carry over the phone. "I think you've got the wrong number."

Abel sounded vaguely amused. "Breakfast is in ten minutes." And then he hung up.

"Weird," he started, frowning more as he closed the phone. "Some guy thinks I ate his cheesecake."

"What?" Her voice was different, higher now, younger.

He opened his mouth to answer, but paused, eyeing the caller ID.

The name Abel stared back at him.

"I...." Something was off, but he wasn't sure exactly what. He blinked and looked again. He was holding the same device he'd been using for over a year now, not a slim black phone, but a somewhat wider silver Dreamberry, one with green paint across part of the top of it. The bedding under him was green. "This isn't...."

"This isn't what?" It was Rise, in one of her stylish dresses, sitting on top of the blankets beside him, not a nude lady lying in bed underneath them. She crossed her arms, giving him a cute little pout, her lower lip sticking out.

"It's...." He fumbled to figure out how to explain, looking from her to the bed. Had she been there the whole time? Had the wall behind her always been bare, except for the stripe of green paint splashed across it? There was no marionette hanging from a ceiling hook there in the corner, just a shelf with those felt puppets he'd been sewing, of the Embryon's demon forms.

She sighed. "Geez, Harley. You don't know anything, do you."

He looked down again, embarrassed for some reason he couldn't quite put his finger on, and was mildly relieved to find himself in an oversized green tee, like he usually wore to bed. "Sorry."

He reached up under his pillow and pulled it toward himself so he could bury his face in it. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want to see any of this. As familiar as it was, as nice as it was, it seemed wrong somehow, and he wasn't comfortable with that.

It shouldn't be Rise there. The room should be different. The Dreamberry--

But it was already slipping away again, even as he tried to will it to revert to how it'd been only a minute before....


Harley pulled the Dreamberry out from under the pillow again, now finally awake. He pushed himself up to sitting, freeing himself of his sheets, his expression somewhere between confused beyond belief and stressed out.

"Abel? Rise?" He looked over to his bedroom door, unaware that the Dreamberry had broadcast anything, not thinking about it yet as he wiped his eyes and made a halfhearted effort to brush his wild orange hair back with a hand before getting up to peek out into the hall. Confirming what house he was in, at least, he went back to the bed to sit down again, not paying any attention to how he rubbed at the faintly-glowing mark on the back of his left hand.

In a whisper to himself, obviously not expecting anyone else to hear him, "What the hell was that?"

((For those curious: the ringtone would be the Rainbow Connection. I could not resist. ♥))
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Date: 2010-09-03 10:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*the door opens a bit wider when Abel knocks on it; he hadn't really closed it much, just left it open a couple inches. Harley's sitting on his bed, his legs tucked up under him, hugging a pillow in his lap while he tries to figure it out.*

*peeks up, and his eyes get a little wider as he takes in the sight -- Abel doesn't look like he's been up for long. Whoops.*

....sorry. I wasn't thinking.

*rubbing at that mark on his hand again, lowering his head.*
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Date: 2010-09-03 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....not... really?

*deliberately quits rubbing his hand, and puts his arms around the pillow more firmly. He hadn't quite realized that he was doing it again, himself, but his atma does respond to his emotional state, and he was upset about the whole... confusion thing.*

I just... it was just a dream, that's all. Dumb, huh. I shouldn't be waking you up over that.
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Date: 2010-09-03 11:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*doesn't say anything a moment*

Sorry I ate the cheesecake.

*still not sure how much of that dream had any basis in reality whatsoever, if any of it did at all... but he's not going to take a chance on the count of eating the entirety of something like cheesecake if Abel brought it home. He knows very well that he could've done such a thing, and that dream's messing with his head. Stupid thing.*
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Date: 2010-09-03 11:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
......oh.

*now certain that he really has no idea what he should be certain of at the moment, he squishes the pillow against him a little more, quiet*

I guess I don't know, then. Maybe I should just... go back to sleep.

*except he doesn't think he wants to, any more. Not right now, anyway. He'd rather visit with Abel until he feels better again. ...or figures out about that dream, but he's not sure if that part's even doable, it's so confusing.*
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Date: 2010-09-03 11:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*sigh... yeah, Abel can read him pretty easily.*

....Abel?

*He probably doesn't know, but... it's worth asking anyway, isn't it? He reaches over where he dropped the Dreamberry onto the bed earlier and picks it up, going into its archives to find one of his old dream-posts (http://justwantsafety.livejournal.com/10730.html) and pauses it on the image of the lady's face -- round, framed by short hair and bangs that hang down into her face over her glasses despite mostly being pushed off to the sides, faint freckles, a mischievous smile... not Rise, though. Someone else altogether. He offers it over to the big guy.*

You haven't seen her in Somarium here before, have you?

*he knows Abel probably hasn't, but he wants to be sure anyway.*
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Date: 2010-09-03 05:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*shakes his head* She wasn't in my Tribe, back in Svadhisthana... and I'm not too sure why I know her name was Sydney. And I asked Rise about this too, but she doesn't know.

*quieter* Minato says he thinks I know stuff from living somewhere other than the Junkyard... but I never did. At least -- I don't think I did. And every time I try to remember about it, I just end up thinking about monsters again, like that black one. But I keep dreaming about that other stuff, and... and I just don't know.

*rubs his eyes, not saying anything for a second, while he looks to be trying to gather his thoughts on the matter. Doesn't quite fit with what Sera'd told Abel so long ago, though, does it?*

....can we get cheesecake later? *okay, so that was a little random. :|*
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Date: 2010-09-05 07:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*At least one of them is cheered up by Harley's dreams?*

*Tries to smile some, at the affirmative to his question about the cheesecake, and relaxes a little more, not quite leaning into the contact.* Strawberry, maybe?

*The attempt at being cheerful fades as he tries to figure out the other thread in their conversation, though. It's too frustrating of an apparently nonsensical mess -- the dreams and the suggested possibilities, anyway -- for him to simply accept it.* I don't know, though.... The whole point of the war in the Junkyard was to figure out who was the best, and they'd get to go through the Temple and... leave the Junkyard. No one wanted to be there. So why would I have ever been in there, if I was somewhere else to start with? It just doesn't add up.
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Date: 2010-09-05 08:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Yeah, I know that. But... how could I have forgotten all that other stuff? It doesn't make any sense.
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Date: 2010-09-05 08:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
But--

....

*well, no, he couldn't very well argue against that one, could he?*

....How do you get that? I mean... besides just having it...?

my turn to be late.

Date: 2010-09-11 03:24 pm (UTC)
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[As soon as Rise had rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she made a quick video call to Harley. She was in no way dressed to step out of her room and she had yet to run a brush through her hair. She'll talk to him in person probably in the next half hour or so. This arrangement would just have to do for now.]

Looks like you had another dream about her, huh?

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