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A light haze slowly makes itself present in Firefly's head while she stands facing the mirror in the bathroom. Gently putting the brush in her mouth, her hand moves with a decent amount of precision, making sure each tooth was cleansed all over. As she did this, she allowed her head to drift off somewhere else, looking back at her time in Penacony.
There wasn't much she could currently recall. The only things that came up for her were the times with the trailblazer and the situation in regards to the Charmony festival. She’s more focused on the way she felt towards the first, the rest of those feelings on the latter were left behind, to hopefully be washed away into the sea of lost memories.
How could she just decide to throw it all away though? Even when she was in front of the group, standing up to the head of the Oak family, she hardly wanted to look back on how she felt. Though, if she was being fully mindful of her memories, she was just happy that she wasn't trapped for eternity in the dreamscape. If that happened, then she could have been one of the very first people who ended up dead.
For someone in her situation, it would only make sense for her to want to have a balance between reality and escape, despite it granting her the ability to move freely.
To this day, she hopes and wonders if she could truly be cured of her illness, and live like that forever. If that were to happen, then it would feel amazing, and she wouldn't need to be walking around in her SAM suit all of the time.
Though, would she still want to keep the suit for those future nights?
There were a good amount of times where she ended up falling asleep in the suit. Whenever she did, she always felt a sense of safety and comfort. Even then however, she felt the need to breathe fresh air without it being so metallic every now and then.
Firefly eventually spits out in the sink and turns on the faucet to wash the brush. She swore that she had it in her mouth for more than a couple minutes. She turns the water off, puts the brush back, then trudges her way out of the bathroom.
She opens up a small door, then crawls into the bed that was her cryosleep pod, immediately closing her eyes and conking out.
Her vision black and her eyes shut. While resting, she was completely quiet, just like any other girl who was getting a good night's sleep. However, she wakes back up just a bit after sensing a bit of light discomfort, along with her face feeling a bit warmer than usual on the pillow.
With just enough strength, she flips the pillow over before allowing her face to make contact with the cooler side of the case. She shifts her body just a bit on the surface of the bed, before falling still and silent.
Her consciousness drifts far away, but it felt rather strange. It felt like it was sinking deeper than it ever could out of reality. This seemed so similar to when she was entering the synthesia dreamscape, which was no easy task at all.
Did something happen...?
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"You... forever..."
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A hitched breath escapes Firefly, and she jolts up to see that she was suddenly sitting in the middle of nowhere. Nearby her, were dull roses that had bluish thorns on the vines, along with seeming to have had their golden color fade out of them long ago. The scene felt similar to being trapped in Nihility, which l
Was this real...? Was she actually dead...?
"Pl--s- l--ve... --u're -o- sa-e h-re..."
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"Hello?" Her voice echoes, nearly rippling the waters below her by the sound waves. She's walks closer with her ears ringing to what sounded like the voice of a man. She couldn't make out who she was talking to, but she swore that it felt similar.
It wasn't Blade, it wasn't Aventurine, and it surely wasn't the voice of SAM. This voice was a gray area blurred between the lines of familiarity and mysteriousness.
While treading cautiously, the voice grows louder and louder almost as if it were begging her for something.
"Y-- d--- ---d to --t -ou-self --to more trouble ---m me. I -an't h-r- you-"
"I can't understand you!" She shouts. She's then suddenly accompanied by a subtle yet emotional melody being played by a piano. Such a song could make one shed tears, and it touched her heart in ways that only a few pieces of music could. The style and flow reminded her so much of the famous song, If I Could Stop One's Heart From breaking, but something still felt unique. Although, she has to ask; how is a piano suddenly playing in the middle of nowhere?
She tried looking but there was no instrument to be seen. Not even a speck in the distance resembled it. Her eyes move left and right, and then she suddenly feels a prick in her stomach.
Her head turns back, suspecting something suspicious. Then...
A moving vine with thorns suddenly wraps around her foot, throwing her moment of grace into an abrupt end. Another voice is then heard, letting out the most bellowing cries of the century.
She swears that her ears were burning from the echoes; she covers them in an attempt to lessen the pain.
Just when she thinks she's somewhat safe, she's then suddenly dragged to the floor, groaning in frustration.
The cries get louder and louder, telling her to turn back before it's too late. It reminded her of the tragic passings of those that she had lost on the battlefield during the swarm, and it did so all too well.
She kicks her leg and tries to untangle the vines in order to prevent it from drawing any more blood than it did. As she does, she frantically tries to search herself of the remote to her SAM suit to activate it.
Her arm jolts up to her coat in a panic, "Where is it? I swore to aeons that I had it with me before I fell asleep!"
She gives up, then proceeded to move her hand down to pull out a knife that she had strapped to her thigh, which slightly relieves her.
With a grand amount of force, she thrusts the blade up the vines, then gets up from the ground in a haste. Her vision ends up splitting and blurring, almost blinding her.
A harsh growl escapes her as her eyes close in a fury of being fed up, but she keeps moving regardless. Her hands tighten against her ears, "Does it ever end...?"
“Rid yourself from her at once!!!”
The voice from earlier echoes, dispelling the thorns close by as well with all that she was hearing. Finally she's relieved, so she sits down to rest herself from what happened to her.
A few tears fell out of her eyes. Sure, she felt anguish, but not to the point where she wanted to cry. Was it some sort of disassociation that her body had to the environmental effects?
Aeons she hopes not.
"My lady. Are you alright?" The voice asks in concern.
She looks over to her right, and notices someone that she never believed that she would see again.
She didn't think too much of him until now, her memories of his appearance were faint. But now she's gazing upon his golden eyes, his feathery greyish hair, his halo that was shaped like a star, and the rough feathers of his wings; which leads her eyes to widen.
For a moment, she can't bring herself to say anything, but then her lips open up, "Sunday...?"
He closes his eyes, almost guilty, "I wasn't expecting to see you, miss Firefly."
She looks over to her side, letting out a tense sigh, "I wasn't expecting I'd ever see you again either..."
This felt so odd... Is he really here with her, or is it was just an illusion of some sort? She wishes she could say more to him, but just like his case, she didn't know how or what to say.
Sunday observes her, then glances down at his side, with some of the light drifting away from his eyes. He gently places a hand on his chest, "I understand that my actions back in Penacony cannot be forgiven... But I..." Sunday stops, and starts wondering to himself while feeling confused about what he wanted from her.
He didn't want to ask her what he wanted... But he did... He was just too shy to bring himself to do so.
She knew what he felt all too much. He remembers when they spoke, but the problem was that he remembered it too well. Just by one glance, she knew that he believed that she was just an innocent girl who was hurt by him.
She thinks for a moment, then sighs, “Listen, I understand your guilt more than enough, because… I too have felt that way for many years. I may seem innocent, but there is a lot that I have done that has me wanted despite pure intentions. This is why I forgive you.”
He grows a bit surprised with her response. He knew that she did her best to be considerate, but the other confessions were completely unexpected. He wasn't sure of why or how she was an interstellar criminal, and while he wanted to ask, he felt like it would make her uncomfortable.
He was heavily responsible for his great crime on Penacony, and he knew that if anyone just asked him about it out of the blue, then he wouldn't exactly be comfortable in discussing it. He already felt uneasy on bringing it up in front of her, but he thought that unlike her, he needed to bring it up so that she wouldn't be upset with him anymore. Fortunately, that was the result, and it happened so quickly.
Almost too quickly...
It's odd... Both of them; who seemed to be complete strangers that hardly ever knew each other would feel like it was fine to forgive so easily on something like this.
Although, Firefly can admit that it felt more like words just fell out of her mouth in order to make it easier for herself rather than something genuine.
She also had a feeling that she could see some skepticism in his eyes.
Although, instead of questioning it, Sunday felt like a fire had been rekindled by her words, and he couldn't thank her enough for it. While it wasn't a perfect amount, the relief he felt from her was still enough to put him at ease. He nearly smiled, but he still seemed strange, "I apologize if it's too much for me to ask, but… are you out of Penacony?"
"Out... of Penacony...? I am, but... Why are you asking me this?" She's thinking to herself about what he could be planning. Was he just curious, or was there something more?
Before she could say anything else, she suddenly notices the tears that start slowly runn ing own his cheeks, falling like rain drops tainted by his sorrow. It was similar to when she cried here, along with uncertainty if he was even going to be able to see her in reality.
Her outfit, hair due, and overall appearance was just the same as the day he remembered her. A brown coat with a turquoise gradient dress styled with a white blouse. Her hair was the same wavy beige color with a greenish tint at the bottom. This just made the puzzle of if it was or wasn't her more complex for him.
Her tears got worse, because seeing him cry made her cry, then she gasped lightly once she realized something.
After leaving the Tatolov, she was lucky enough to get her hands on an article about the aftermath of his actions. He had been locked away after betrayal to the family and the order, and it was written everywhere about how it would be a death penalty for him.
She had many details memorized, but the more vivid parts of the article were centered around his actions rather than his consequences. Although, it's not enough for her to find a connection to the present.
Dreams are so confusing... This wasn't like standing foot in Penacony's dreamscape, this was something entirely new for her, and she wished her mind wasn't all wonky the way it was.
Firefly's face becomes more pensive, then suddenly she remembers something earlier in the day.
She was calling Stelle on her phone. At the time, all seemed natural until the she had left the room with the phone somewhere inside, possibly on the table from what she could make out.
While she waited patiently for them to return, she heard Sunday's exact voice murmuring to himself accompanied with some things moving on a desk. By how he said it, he was organizing it to look neater.
She almost said something in reaction, but she didn't want to embarrass herself over the call given the possibility that it could have just been someone with a similar sounding voice.
But now, here he was right with her.
"I am dreaming!!!" She leans closer to him on the floor, wanting to know if she could go somewhere in reality to see him again. This desire makes her whisper in a voice audible enough just for him to hear, "Where are you?”
"Why is she asking me this?" He pauses, staring at the ground for a brief moment.
Was he sure that he really wanted her to visit him?
Eventually, his thoughts come back together, and he shakes his head, “Don't… As much as it would seem nice… I don't want to pose as any sort of interference in your-”
“Where are you!” She shouts, a couple tears now streaming down her face. Her tone was intense, but this wasn't a shout of anger. Instead, it was a call of worry, for she didn't want him to be in any sort of danger now.
She didn't even know him much. He was a stranger that she had only met a couple times at least. Usually, she wouldn't be bothered by leaving someone by themselves, but something about him seemed so lonely and vulnerable yet so intriguing to her. She felt like she came across a wandering stray cat that decided to get close to her out of the blue.
However, more of her interest was still for herself. She yearns for an answer to why or how she was here, for she knew this had to be a sign of healing.
What could she do if she found out the reasoning behind this...? What did he do to her to help guide her further on her path of finding her dreams...?
He felt lightly moved by her now, like she was going to allow him into her life if they ever met in reality. As intimidating as it was, he knew just how sincere she was in her forgiveness. He lets go of all of his current worries, knowing that she was safe enough to trust, “I’m currently on the express.”
Firefly's eyes widen just a bit, then she puts a hand up to her chin, “Do you know where you're going on the express?”
He looks back up at her, “I made a decision to board with them after speaking with Mr. Welt, since I wasn't exactly certain on where to go after saying my farewell to Penacony. Currently, after some brief discussion that I had with them, I’m planning on traveling to Amphoreus with them.”
Her eyes widened a bit more at him, “But… I'm set to be going there too…”
Sunday suddenly freezes. Out of all places this girl was going to, it was Amphoreus. For a moment he remains quiet, looking around for anything odd.
There was nothing, which leads to him gently moving closer to her along with his heartbeat pounding a bit faster in his chest.
Firefly tilts her head at him, which only made herself appear more welcoming in his gaze, “If I really do see you… then maybe this could mean-”
She's caught off guard in the midst of her sentence, gently being held close in his arms. His embrace felt so warm, leading to her pulling him closer. She eventually finds herself becoming more fond of him. Sure, this could just be an illusion, but even if it was, she could care less, “This may sound a bit strange, but… I think I'm beginning to miss you.”
He closes his eyes and lets out a sudden gasp to her words, like this feeling was too good to be true. Though he believed it was a dream, it felt so real to him, and he couldn't help but sob silently.
His expressiveness leads her to holding him closer, squeezing all of the tension out of his body.
It made her feel fuzzy, because it was like she could truly be there for someone in a time of struggle. Knowing this, her smile widens, and she whispers gently, “It's okay, just let everything out alright? I'm here for you.”
“Thank you… for everything.” He breathes in a cry. He hasn't had this amount of comfort in what felt like ages. All of the pressure was being soothed out of him, and he grew more infatuated with her by the minute.
He holds her tighter, then suddenly, she starts to feel something else other than serenity. Her body begins to heat up a bit, and her heartbeat grows a bit faster for him. That's when she realized; as much as she didn't want to, she had to let him go.
She couldn't fall in love with him… not as a Stellaron Hunter...
Because what if this was something more than a one time dream? What if he was on Amphoreus, and ran to her in a flash after a moment of locking eyes with her.
Falling in love with such a scene sounded so sweet, but she wasn't even sure if she could love him that way at all. She could never tell with her feelings sometimes.
~"Though this was just our first reunion… I feel like I want to see you again as soon as I can…"~
The ground suddenly shakes, and she finds herself holding him closer in a reflex. Her eyes widened, because that voice just now… Was that telepathic?
Oh…
Oh God he's lost…
Firefly sighs, because she didn't want to risk it all anymore. Her heart clenches over removing her arms from his body, but she tells herself that it was for the best. Something told her that it could impact his mental state, and she didn't want him to see him falling in another spiral like the one he had back at the venue.
She looks at him as he's still holding on to her, almost worried, “You…”
“I'm… I’m sorry… I swear that I didn't mean it like that.” He couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut.
She raises a brow, "Mean it like what? Is there something I'm missing?"
He blushes a bit, "Nevermind... I thought too much."
It was nothing but her, his desire to have her hold him close in this dream was now all he cared about. Immediately, Firefly finds something strange about his perception.
She stood there in his embrace despite it. She keeping her eye on him, admiring just how beautiful and sweet he actually was. Her head twists up, and how expressive he was was not helping. That's when she tells herself that letting go wasn't the best course of action, something told her that he needed this.
His heart was already nuzzling itself close to her, and she couldn't resist herself any more.
“You know... I’m beginning to like you too.” She whispers.
Sunday lets out a subtle gasp, and holds her closer, “I know I’m dreaming, but for you to say that makes me feel things that I never even knew that I was capable of feeling.”
Fuck… that was an accident! She didn't think that he would take it that way! She doesn't even know if he falls in love that fast in reality.
Wait a minute... Why was she even thinking about him potentially being in love with her?
She doesn't even want that, no? So why was she thinking about it? Was she scared of what he said?
She didn't feel like it, from what she could tell, and whatever he was feeling, he didn't know why it felt so intense. Another thing was that he really was beginning to think that she felt the same way about him. She was so kind and adorable that he couldn't help but want to hold her more in his arms.
She starts to feel like she could just melt into him by his behavior. It was odd to her… One moment he was being careful, but now he was acting like he believed that this was something else. She tries to look for any answers to why he was acting the way he was, but he wasn't letting her go. She could only skim a few thoughts until he whispered to her in a light hint of desperation, “Please don't leave… I want you with me…”
She looks back at him in confusion, “Sunday, what's gotten into you all of a sudden?”
The most he could say to her is that he wished that he knew more about her when he got the chance to. There was barely any control left in him.
She's unsure of what to do, so she decides to simmer in his embrace. As she does, she looks around at the newly sprouting thorns and golden roses nearby, which were more enlivened and fresh compared to the ones that she saw from earlier. She wonders if it meant something more, but her focus quickly shifts back at him, "Do you happen to remember these roses from somewhere?"
He nods, "I do."
Well... that didn't help… Not in the slightest bit. She was almost beginning to question if she was even real in her own dream, or in this case, their dream.
However, knowing that she was dreaming she grasps something then puts her hand gently on the back of his head, “Could this be because… you believe that this dream is only yours?”
“...” He didn't want to think about the embarrassment or worries behind that possibility, yet it still didn't feel right to not acknowledge it.
She gently holds his shoulder, “I… I promise, I won't be upset.”
Though she says it, her hesitance makes him nervous. He lets go of her, before responding, “I did… I came to that conclusion because our dreams stem from our memories…”
Her head tilted lightly, “If that's the case then can I ask you something?”
“Sure. I'm all ears.”
“Before you found me, did you hear a scream?”
“I didn't. Wait- did you?”
She nodded her head at him and added, “Are you familiar with the disaster that led to the demise of Glamoth?”
“I think I have heard about it somewhere, though I can't say for sure…”
“While it was ages ago, I was present there when it fell.” It was such an intimate detail about her life, but out of everything she carried in her conscious memory, it seemed like this stood out the most along with doing the least harm.
Sunday’s eyes widen a bit as he hears this, since none of this information was inside of his memory. Then as it slowly starts to sink in, he starts getting really red in the face and ears.
His gut had always said that she was present, but now it really seemed like it was true giving what she said. The urge to deny anything she said was heavy, but he wouldn't, because this seemed like really interesting information.
"Could you perhaps enlighten me a bit more on how you had managed to be in an event that had happened so long ago?" He’d ask this as a last resort to get clarification that this was truly her.
She nods her head, before her face grows a bit blank, "After Glamoth was destroyed, I left as soon as could. I didn't want to think about it since it was a great loss, nor did I wish to have it all play back in my sleep... Ever since I left, I had been put inside of a stasis until I was broken out of it... At that point... that is when I said to myself that there would be no more running away, no more hiding, from now on I will live and fight only for myself, as I search for a chance to break free from my illness."
His blush only worsened right in front of her. This story alone made him realize just how ridiculous he was in the past with her. But he couldn't just cover his face or tell her to stop. That would be so rude of him. At the same time however, he didn't want to look ridiculous and mentally disorganized.
His wings lightly close around his face, hiding his embarrassment from her. He often did this because he felt slightly more protected from the feeling of being stared at and potentially judged, along with feeling like he could hide his vulnerability better. Even if he was vulnerable though, she wasn't doing any harm at all, nor would she plan to.
All that Firefly did was smile, adoring how cute he was. Who could blame her? It was so fascinating to see someone who was usually so composed become all flustered like this.
She giggles lightly, “Should I stop now?”
“N-no- Wait I-I mean… uh…” His voice was much higher than it usually was. He almost sounded like a girl, and it was kind of funny to her.
Who knows? Maybe he was like that in real life too. That would be quite funny if that was the case. Teasing him more was tempting, although she wasn't sure if he was fully okay with it. She was already trying not to laugh because she didn't want to be impolite.
In a attempt to try and console him, she leans closer, then gently holds one of his wings in her fingers. However, as she moved it a bit from his face, she instead earned a gasp from him.
She lets go quickly, curious to what could have led to it, “Is everything alright?”
Sunday nods his head shyly, “My wings are rather a… sensitive part of mine, so please try not to touch them too much.”
Though it felt good to have his wings touched, it was considered a very intimate act for him. Even if it was a dream, it was way too early to start making love with her. He hasn't confessed anything to her yet, let alone kiss her.
It would be a while until he actually did consider a relationship with her, because he had already gotten out of so many intense events. He didn't even think that he was going to be on good terms with her; when he apologized to people back when he was living in the family, he wasn't always forgiven.
Firefly quickly removes her hand, “Oh. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way. I didn't want you to feel too nervous. So I wanted to try trying telling you that it was okay.”
“It's alright. You didn't hurt me, it's just…” Sunday keeps his eye on the ground, trying to calm himself down. He starts regretting how he didn't just leave with saying it's alright.
He didn't want to be embarrassed, but now it was like he had to tell her, since he couldn't stop once he started.
“Hey, I promise it's okay. You don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable.” She reassured him.
Even if she may not get her answers now, she had this weird sense of curiosity about the future. She felt like she wanted to know why it was considered so unorthodox to touch his wings. She had a strange feeling, one that told her that the answer was already somewhere with her, but it was hiding from her as if it was playing this endless game of hide and seek.
She didn't focus on those feelings too much though; Sunday's visibly red face had already caught the majority of her attention.
“This is so peculiar… You're so content and relaxed, but everything I did seems like a mistake.” He hated how uncomfortable it was to push himself to keep going despite it being alright with her. She was getting more precious in his eyes which seriously began to tie his head in knots.
He wanted to be careful, because something about her altogether was so charming to him. Whenever he looked into her eyes, it was like looking at the sea of stars in the sky at Dream’s Edge back in Penacony. He didn't want to look, because he swore that he would say goodbye to the past, but at the same time he couldn't help and adore the sight.
Firefly asked herself this question before, but was the reason of her eye color because she was supposed to be dreamlike? Was she so beautiful only to realize that in the end she barely existed at all? Her answer was no, and it would stay this way despite doubts.
She was fighting to be the realest most fullest version of herself to this day, and maybe, just maybe, he could see it in reality.
She can feel the clock reach the twelfth hour for her, leading her to realize that she cannot stay in this dream for much longer.
To say her farewell to him, she decides to pull his frame deep into her embrace for a final time.
A tear falls down her face, knowing that this could be the last time she would ever see him. She could only hope that he would remember her as the sweet girl she was. She whispers in a croak, “There were no mistakes, everything you did was natural, and that's what makes this moment between us so beautiful.”
Sunday hugs her back, getting emotional as well, “But… You're crying… I had to have done something wrong.”
“It's not you… It's me…”
“Don't say that… You gave me more than what I could ever ask for.”
She holds him tighter to express her gratitude towards him. It already hurt so much to leave, and it hurt her even more that she had to hide the reason why she was leaving to wake up.
He didn't think he would ever have a dream like this again, but he still held on to his beliefs that he would see her again in reality. To have this belief was all he needed to know that she would be okay.
As she was holding him, a heartfelt smile graces her face, and she's happier than ever to have gotten to know him as much as she did.
The scenery around her fades away until her vision becomes pitch black. All while her mind racks up as many memories as it can.
Her eyes flutter open, and she finds herself laying down on the pod back in reality. The room appears to be fairly lighter than before she fell asleep. She shuffles over to where her phone was, and grabs it.
When she turns it on and checks the time, she finds out that she had slept for double the amount of time that she had originally planned to, however it doesn't faze her.
She was bound to leave soon for a couple errands with the others, so getting plenty of rest was important. However, not having the remote next to her still didn't feel right, so she opened up the pod, before stepping out of it.
There's a sudden clank to the floor, she looks down and notices that it was the same knife that was strapped to her leg.
She leans down to pick it up and then she notices something else, which leaves her to palming her face, "Oh... So the remote somehow fell off the bed. Possibly when I got back in. No wonder I didn't have it with me in the dream I had."
Now a bit more relieved, she crawls back into the pod and closes it. She skims through her memory to try and remember everything that happened, and thankfully, she remembers a lot. Perhaps this was her dopamine lending her a hand since she was so smiley and carefree in her dream.
All the pleasantries that she had with Sunday come flooding back into her system, causing her to giggle a bit. Her fingers tap a few buttons, and then the pod opens a holographic keyboard from the inside of where she was. With a smile on her face, she writes down her memories, and in the end she puts,
“I really am beginning to think a lot about him now since he looked so adorable blushing. Perhaps, I could look forward to a reunion in reality, and maybe I can get a chance to see more of that from him.”
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Sunday finally wakes up, still slightly tired as he sits up from the couch on the express. He rubs the sand out of his eyes, then leaves the couch to walk to the cart ahead of him in order to find Welt.
As he’s walking, he starts growing more aware of the dream that he had last night. It was rather scary for him at first, he was glad that it ended on the note that it did.
Overall, he was almost shocked by how real it felt, which made him begin to think more about Firefly in that moment.
However, something causes his train of thought to pause.
“Good morning Sunday. Did you sleep alright?”
Sunday looks over to see Welt smiling at him like a father seeing his son in the morning on a weekend. He couldn't help but smile back to the familiar face, “Morning Mr. Welt. You could say that I had a pleasant slumber last night.”
Welt takes a sip of his coffee while becoming curious, “Did you dream about anything?”
“I did in fact. I was in an empty space playing the piano while there were thorny vines and roses sprouting out of the floor. I was a bit panicked at first, since I thought that I had actually ended up in Nihility, but then I was relieved when I found out that I was dreaming. Then when I left I… I think I… I’m not sure if I recall fully, but I was sitting around with someone there and...” His face becomes a little red, now fully aware about the other details that were rushing back inside of his mind.
“Perhaps we can talk about it after you get dressed and wake up a bit more.” Welt suggested. Already, the dream definitely came off to him as one that wouldn't be considered ordinary. Sure, Sunday often described things in full detail, but the way that he got nervous definitely told Welt that it could be something more intimate in regards to his emotions.
Once Sunday came back downstairs fully dressed, he sat down at the table with Welt to try and talk about the dream he had.
Throughout the conversation however, one vital question had been completely avoided.
If Firefly was said to not be able to go back to the realm of dreams, then how in Xipe's name did he meet her there again?