[ When Ai dreams, it's of the stage. The roar of a crowd, the surge of scarlet penlights, the boom and rumble of noise so loud she can't hear herself sing over it, all music and motion with no pause for breath and whenever she finally jolts awake, she feels no better rested than she did before falling asleep.
These last few days have been different. She dreams of still darkness, of being somewhere chilly and earthy and hearing voices - or maybe the chattering and skittering of insects. They're more peaceful than her usual dreams and yet, somehow, they're more frightening too. She attributes them to stress and the strangeness of her new situation and tries not to linger - but like a butterfly shaped bruise on the back of her hand, they linger regardless.
She's groggy, still half under her duvet, when he appears and she blinks at him a little uncertainly - then sits up very straight. ]
That was- [ She blinks a few times. And then just like that, something clicks and Hoshino Ai's pretty face snaps back into place. ] You weren't kidding about that?
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These last few days have been different. She dreams of still darkness, of being somewhere chilly and earthy and hearing voices - or maybe the chattering and skittering of insects. They're more peaceful than her usual dreams and yet, somehow, they're more frightening too. She attributes them to stress and the strangeness of her new situation and tries not to linger - but like a butterfly shaped bruise on the back of her hand, they linger regardless.
She's groggy, still half under her duvet, when he appears and she blinks at him a little uncertainly - then sits up very straight. ]
That was- [ She blinks a few times. And then just like that, something clicks and Hoshino Ai's pretty face snaps back into place. ] You weren't kidding about that?