#And hilarious enough the comment section there is full of plot theorizing instead of just “plot”

[oneknightstand-if]

Reverie (Interlude Adrian)

From the beginning, some part of him knows that this is only a dream. Through the muzzy sleeping logic, the strange ephemeral nature of his surroundings, both illogical and hauntingly familiar, and through the static that fills his brain, he must've sensed it, even though he was never a lucid dreamer like his friend.

His friend standing before him, shirt half unbuttoned as it bares the curve of their throat, the slanting temptation that dipped down to their chest, with a smile that is enigmatic — innocent — alluring — haunted.

His legs are rooted beneath him like old oak in an ancient forest. His legs are the dainty limbs belonging to a white stag that should send him bounding away. No, that's what they should be, but this is only a foolish dream.

Yes, that's most certainly his excuse as he half closes the distance between them — only half is needed as the world lurches and shortens, MC gliding forward the final few steps.

Their limbs desperately entangle each other, sliding along bodies that press heatedly close, along the arch of a still-clothed back, along the swell of buttocks that he possessively pulls close, as MC's fingers tangle painfully in his hair.

There shouldn't be any pain in dreams, right? But that's always been a lie. One amongst so many.

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