21st sept Who: Blake & Shizuka Where: In dreams... When: Friday Night. What: Blake is dreaming, and as Shizuka likes to watch... Rating: tbc. Never know what's gonna happen.
It was safe to say Blake's first few weeks in Boston hadn't been what he'd expected. He'd been introduced to the dangers of drinking whilst connected to AIM, the fact his powers might be controlled if he gets down to his deepest darkest insecurities and to Adora. The succubi. The one who had gotten under his skin and who he wished he could get rid of, but then she was like that wasn't she? Her kiss on wednesday had effected him like her very perfume which clung to his skin, refusing to go away and stop triggering his mind to think about her.
Of course it triggered other things within his memory - as he slept after a long day of introductory classes his subconscious wandered into situations and places he was all to familiar with. The trench of this front line, the one he was currently cowering in was cold and damp and uncomfortable but he was fine, dressed in his pyjamas and sitting on the body of dead soldier. Well, there was no room. Men around him were eating sandwiches as shells rained down on the banks behind them. Blake himself held a picture in his hand, that of a pretty woman with red hair and he wiped his mouth free of the mud which had suddenly splattered down over the bank as a bomb landed. No dirt was on the picture, that was safe with him. As long as he kept it in his hands so would the lady inside it be safe back home.