𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗

[texas]

WHO: Joel Miller, Gene Hicks, Jai Kinvaio + whoever else ambles by
WHERE: dreams! dreams dreams dreams
WHEN: dreams
WHAT: also dreams
NOTES OR WARNINGS: cws: violence, gore, potentially mentions of child abuse.

notes: There are some open starters and a lot of closed ones, hit me up here or @vitarays on plurk if you'd like a character-specific starter! Or drop me a dream of your own for me to throw someone at! Just specify who you'd like.

starters in the comments;

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[wrend]

Oh, sure. 'cause my attention's focused on the drapery.

( instead of trying to change the curtains, aidan closes his eyes and changes the whole damn dream. one moment, they're in a nice comfortable bed in a nice room and the next they're--in his old place.

the bed's a lot smaller and much less a bed than a futon mat shoved into the corner of a room, one mildly decent-sized blanket wadded up near the head of it with more than a few tears in it. there's another bed in the corner opposite aidan's: one that is actually a nice mattress, with a couple blankets and a small pillow at the top. there aren't curtains on the singular window between them, but blinds that have seen better days. a half kitchen and a bathroom that's more--a toilet and a shower partitioned off by a thin board sit more towards the opposite end.

it's his -- well. the first place he'd had on his own. a couple years back, before he'd moved up a little. before he and rii had moved a little closer to the semi-nicer area of town, with the park a few blocks down the road.

aidan gets up onto his knees then stands himself up. looks around the room before he starts towards the door. )

Feel like causing some dream drama?

cw drug use/mention/addiction

[kestrels]

I don't even like drama in real fucking life, AK.

（ but he. recognizes this place. not in the sense he's been here, not in the sense that he's seen it, but. he knows what a shitty place in the hollies look like because he slummed it up in so many of them. he can see himself and des getting high in the corner on a futon just like that one, heating up a can on the shitty single-element stove because he doesn't have any actual pans. he stands up, folds his arms in a way that's almost a defensive inward curling, shoulders faintly hunched.

he's out. he's been out for years. but places like this still hurt. no one should have to live like this, and so many fucking people do. he never even knew what it was like to have something else until gal took him in — people can get used to anything. maybe that's the hardest part to hear. ）

[wrend]

( jai's body language isn't unfamiliar, but aidan doesn't understand what the hell his old place could do to cause it. unless it -- does bring back memories of a time jai's trying to avoid, shit he's trying to keep out. but if he was, aidan's betting he would have just avoided him altogether, because aidan's a walking reminder of shitheaps like this. so that--doesn't line up.

he could draw attention to it. ask what the hell is wrong with jai. but instead, aidan gives him a moment to stand there looking pathetic before he's tipping his head back and raising a brow. gestures towards the door. )

If you don't want it, we can just go back to your fancyschmancy bed and cuddle.

( because clearly cuddling is a thing they do now. )

[kestrels]

It's fine. You should practice anyway. Seems like this is a common feature of the whole 'god-thing' these people are peddling.

（ he does come and stand beside aidan, close enough to touch but not leaning into it yet. ）

[wrend]

( wow he was standing here waiting for jai to head out except now he's? what? should aidan take a step in, get rid of the distance between them? is there an expectation here he's not getting?

it's fine, he'll just stand here and wait. obviously jai will tell him or go for it eventually. )

Nah. I don't do gods. That's your area.