13797/Dreams within dreams...

Dreams within dreams...
Date of Scene:	08 September 2021
Location:	Apartment, the Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Buffy Summers

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Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith is sleeping, but not restfully. His forehead is beaded with sweat, and his leg is trembling almost violently... still as he sleeps, he says something... and his voice is calm and level. "She's not properly houswibroken yet." The tone having his trade mark wicked smirk... though it sounds more like Thomas as the Man in White then as the lover of the Slayer.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers managed to slip in with him at a reasonable time, although for once her own dreams are fairly peaceful and uneventful..Maybe too uneventful.

She gets one of those mini dreams that are super mundane, walking to the supermarket with Willow, shopping for lemons to make a lemon meringue pie without the meringue..Except every shop is sold out. And they end up travelling down a creepy Ally looking for rare lemons being sold on the black market because lemons are going extinct..

Except the dream ends too soon and she wakes up in the muddle of the night, in time to hear Thomas murmuring about a..Pet? Not housebroken yet?

She gives him a funny look, shrugging it off as nothing and tries without luck to go back to sleep..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith's finger's knot in the sheets... his leg trembles again... Yet his voice is so calm... as if he was controling it through som much practiced ease. "Honestly Bianca, a war with Michael Carpenter? A war with the Knights of the sword? How many lives are you willing to throw away over a mad woman's prophasy and a stupid little crying poop machine?

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns at unfamiliar names, freezing in place. she hoped to grab some water but this is more interesting...These people..Who are they? Why is he..Acting? She narrows her eyes, gently stroking his hair as she listens, a bit worriedly.

Thomas Raith has posed:
His head twitches once... twice.. and suddenly he relaxes... the dream shifts and he smi9les widely, "Look buffy, I get it. You don't trust Paige. But promises are very important in mine and her circles. And you do /want/ her out of my book right?" He shakes his head. "I take you in thee I might as well declare war on the Red's myself... And I wouldn't be able to focus on being my irredeamably charming self if you were in danger too. I.." He hesitates, "That is to say, you are very important to me. I can't risk losing you. You'll be with Michael and Adam. If I get in trouble Paige will either orb out and get you so you can rush in like the cavlry... or better yet she orbs us both out and we all run like our asses are on fire."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns, thinking..Michael..He was a knight of the Cross wasn't he? But is he in trouble? If he was, surely a Thomas would tell her?

And there's that name again..Paige. Her eyes narrow, moving as if to slap him..But hesitates, stroking his face instead, leaning down to kiss him gently on the lips. "What on earth are you dreaming about, love?" she murmurs..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Her words make him frown as if they are slightly discordant with his dream.. "Love... i love... I can't... it's dangerious. I want to love... It's not fair. Empty Night it's not fair..." He says, real tears now pouring out of his eyes..

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks slowly, still stroking his face, gently wiping his tears away. "But I do love you, Thomas..You're safe, you're with me, right?" she leans over to kiss him more urgently, trying to gentiy awaken him from this nightmare..Well, it was nightmarish the first time it happened..Did things change? For a moment she fearfully expects his lips to blister at her touch..

Thomas Raith has posed:
And for a second? They do... and the pain is sharp enough to rouse him from his slumber... but then, almost instantly, far to quickly for even Thomas's excelerated healing to account form they take on their very kissiable pink hue again and he shivers touching his lips. "I am getting really tired of these dreams." He mutters softly, readjusting his position so that his head is in her lap. He reaches up to touch her face... to stroke it gently... and seems to have no discomfort. "I really need to talk to Nick about this..."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles faintly, visibly relieved that he's not blistering. "What Happened?" she strokes his hair gently l, pondering. "Yeah, we should talk to him.."