Who: Luke Quinn. What: Dreamland musings. Where: His shoddy flat in District 2. When: Fairly past midnight tonight. Warnings: G. Notes: Yeah not terribly interesting but sometimes when I get a thought I can't let it go. Ah well.
The dreams used to plague his sleep every time he closed his eyes. Now, though they lessened over time it was still a matter of fact he would lose his sanity and find himself back home, back in Belfast. Back to the year that was so perfect.
Sometimes there were nightmares, extremely vivid. He could still hear the explosion and then the silence before the panicked cries, feel the hard sting of rubble pelting his backside as he ran, shaking his head to get rid of the smell of thick smoke, the adrenalin refusing to let him acknowledge their deaths until he was safe. Luke supposed it was strange for a man to wish for the nightmares over the dreams, but it was how he preferred it. At least there he had already lost everything.
The dreams loved taunting him with what he could never have again.
"This is ridiculous. It has been, what, six years and yet I'm still dreaming of a dead man."
Dylan chuckled. "And whose fault might that be? Seeing as I'm your hallucination."
"Point. This doesn't reflect well on my sanity you know."
"Luke, you were never sane from the moment I met you. Don't start questioning it now."
"You always were a smart ass."
"Better than being a dumb ass," Dylan laughed.
"Oy, prat," he rolled his eyes and settled for intertwining their fingers.
Silence.
"I still miss you," Luke sighed.
"I know."
"Technically you don't since you're dead."
"Oh we're gonna play that game are we? Well then I bet what you miss is all those times I would get down and--"
"Shut it, you bastard." But it was said with a hint of amusement.
"Ha. I win."
Luke knew he would have to wake up eventually. It was unfair, so damn unfair. Give him the horror of a burning building with Dylan inside any day. These frozen moments of happiness hurt more than anything else ever could.
Blinking, he returned to the land of the living alone. Hearing the sound of police sirens in the distance and the next door neighbors arguing in some weird language he didn't know, Luke sighed.