Logan Nagamori (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dreammaster) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-04-25 06:10:00 |
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December 25, 2007
Who: Logan and Irei
When: Late Night
Where: Dreamscape
What: The NightmareBefore on Christmas
Christmas was a rather subdue event between the Nagamori siblings. Mitsuko had found a fake plant in the storage unit. It didn't in any way resemble a Christmas tree... More like it belonged in an office. But Logan had made ornaments and Mitsuko had hung some of her jewelry to give a Christmas look. It had been the nice start to what Logan hoped would become a tradition-- Decorating the tree with his sister.
They'd exchanged gifts. Logan had made Mitsuko a carved box to hold her various accessories. Mitsuko had given Logan a new set of brushes, some clothes which were much nicer than he was used to and (what made him blush profusely) several men's magazines, with women in various states of undress. He couldn't say he wasn't grateful for the present, but he would die rather than admit it out loud.
While they had stopped by their various friend's homes to wish them Merry Christmas, most of the day was spent together in their cottage. Mitsuko had taught Logan a number of card games, regaling him of her time in Las Vegas, which it sounded like she'd enjoyed a great deal. Logan was never quite sure how to respond to his sister's crazy stories, but he was just happy to have family to be around on the holiday.
But Christmas was nearly over now. Mitsuko had gone to bed and Logan was lying back in his bed, willing to sleep to come to him. It was still difficult to fall asleep sometimes, knowing he would end up not in his own dreamworld but someone else's. Not only did he feel like he was invading someone's privacy, but he felt deprived of his own nocturnal thoughts, trapped in someone else's.
But sleep eventually came. Logan closed his eyes and drifted into slumber. When his unconscious dreamself regained focus, he felt surrounded by uneasiness. But there was something familiar about it.
"Do I know you?" Logan found himself asking to the conscious he was now in. He didn't expect an answer, but he felt the need to ask it all the same. He already didn't like it here.
Who: Logan and Irei
When: Late Night
Where: Dreamscape
What: The Nightmare
Christmas was a rather subdue event between the Nagamori siblings. Mitsuko had found a fake plant in the storage unit. It didn't in any way resemble a Christmas tree... More like it belonged in an office. But Logan had made ornaments and Mitsuko had hung some of her jewelry to give a Christmas look. It had been the nice start to what Logan hoped would become a tradition-- Decorating the tree with his sister.
They'd exchanged gifts. Logan had made Mitsuko a carved box to hold her various accessories. Mitsuko had given Logan a new set of brushes, some clothes which were much nicer than he was used to and (what made him blush profusely) several men's magazines, with women in various states of undress. He couldn't say he wasn't grateful for the present, but he would die rather than admit it out loud.
While they had stopped by their various friend's homes to wish them Merry Christmas, most of the day was spent together in their cottage. Mitsuko had taught Logan a number of card games, regaling him of her time in Las Vegas, which it sounded like she'd enjoyed a great deal. Logan was never quite sure how to respond to his sister's crazy stories, but he was just happy to have family to be around on the holiday.
But Christmas was nearly over now. Mitsuko had gone to bed and Logan was lying back in his bed, willing to sleep to come to him. It was still difficult to fall asleep sometimes, knowing he would end up not in his own dreamworld but someone else's. Not only did he feel like he was invading someone's privacy, but he felt deprived of his own nocturnal thoughts, trapped in someone else's.
But sleep eventually came. Logan closed his eyes and drifted into slumber. When his unconscious dreamself regained focus, he felt surrounded by uneasiness. But there was something familiar about it.
"Do I know you?" Logan found himself asking to the conscious he was now in. He didn't expect an answer, but he felt the need to ask it all the same. He already didn't like it here.