" Not a single breath can ever part me from you, your arms; your love. "
Sehun stumbled down the alleyway, footing not quite right from the amount of alcohol he’d consumed. The chilly night air was doing its part in sobering him up, but the warm buzz of poison still rushed through his veins with every pound of his heart. There was a ringing in his hears that intermingled with the relative quiet of early morning and late night. Sighing to himself, Sehun braced his body against the cool brick wall behind him and let his back slide down it, the fabric of his shirt catching on the rough stone. He didn’t care, even if it was Givenchy.
He felt nauseous and it wasn’t exactly like he had anyone waiting for him at home – not that the word ‘home’ had any significance to him now. Tipping his head back, he stared at the clear night sky for a moment before allowing his eyes to close. The exhaustion from a sleepless night of dancing and the lingering effects of the alcohol in his system made him sleepy. Before he realized what was happening, Sehun had begun to slowly drift off.
His head fell to one side, jaw going slack as his pink lips parted on soft exhaled breaths. With his legs stretched out in front of him, nearly reaching the other side of the cramped alleyway, Sehun fell deeper into sleep.
When he opened his eyes, it was no longer night and this was no longer downtown Seoul. Instead he was met by a broad blue sky and the flapping of a black flag in unrelenting wind.
“Captain!” The gruff yell startled Sehun out of his confusion, and before he could even process the situation, he was on his feet and addressing the large bald man approaching him. “An enemy ship is approaching on the west. What will ye have us do?”
“Hoist the sails. Full speed ahead.” he demanded.
Nightly saunters had always been the immortal’s favorites. The silence of the abandoned alleyways being quite alluring to his twisted mind. Soundless steps were slow, thoughts scattered across his shadowed mind. Of course, his nightly activities lacked intriguing events most of the time, but that was exactly what drove him to leave his apartment. Being able to let himself rest, even if it wasn’t in the manner one would expect, was rare and when it occurred he treasured it of course. It was comforting in one way, to get away from people and be alone. Just him and his thoughts. And considering the recent events he’s passed through, getting the opportunity to ponder properly for a while was appreciated. In the midst of his friend’s sudden death and the quite odd emotions brewing within his chest everytime he was in the presence of another friend, confusion had hit him and sensing the boundaries between what he was really feeling and what his mind told him to feel were beginning to intertwine, create a maze consisting of unknown paths.
He turned into a new alley, eyes resting upon the asphalted ground. It was narrow but not much of a problem considering he was alone, but there was something ahead, blocking the way. Even though his vision was enhanced, distinguishing the contours properly was a bit tricky. Only thing giving away what it was being the sound of slowed breaths and a steady heartbeat. The smell of alcohol and…. cigarettes? Painfully familiar, but he shook it off. Immediately. But as always, he was curios, approaching the being, as silently as he could. He stopped by the frame, male as it appeared and a quite young one. Sleeping. His head tipped to the side, now up close he was able to distinguish quite a few things. Neat features, slender body, quite tall. Interesting, for once he had come across someone at this hour of the night, a rare experience indeed.
What kept his interest piqued though, was the several miens plating upon the mortal’s features, grins and stern expressions replacing each other one by one. Creating a spiel of emotions played before the eyes of the crusnik. It was clear that he was in the presence of a dreamer, of course curios as to what situation would cause the male to shift from gladdened to serious in a matter of seconds. Question is if I dare to, or not. He thought to himself, rubbing his chin with two fingers as he pondered. This was a matter of morals, and wether it was right or wrong to visit a strangers dreams was something the elder had never thought of. As a dreamwalker, the responsibility concerning the ability itself was quite big, you could easily slip in the wrong direction during your own sleep, wake up the next day and realized you had done something terribly wrong. Or, you could create a dream meant for somebody else, find their aura and draw it towards yourself, force them into the created environment and keep them there. Of course, oneself would have to be present but Leon surely didn’t mind. If anything, when the immortal created dreams, it was mostly for his own pleasure. Striking up interesting conversations or engaging in otherwise impossible actions with a someone he hadn’t seen for a relatively long time.
This situation differed of course, but driven by curiosity Leon could barely help his actions, of course a tad distressed by his own desire to sate it, uncontrollable even to himself. This session of dream visiting would be simple, mainly because the male was within reach and searching for his aura would not be needed because Leon was able to touch him physically and thus the contact would be performed with simplicity and precision. Ease. And so he seated himself upon the chilled asphalt, legs crossed as he grasped for the sleeping male’s hand. He embraced it with slender fingers, pressing cold digits to the back of it as green eyes fell shut. His head tilted forward, features shaded by his a bit too long fringe as he fell into concentration, the familiar sense of being dragged away clawing at every fiber in his body, as if his muscles were shattering. It was painless but, causing unease.
As his eyes shot open again he was met by the sight of a pale blue sky, the sound of waves. The scent of the ocean as well as the faint scent of alcohol and smoke. He gazed down at the wooden flooring beneath his feet for a moment before he looked up, observing his surroundings with outmost care. I’m on a ship? His lips pressed into a thin line, more so when he studied his own attire. Shabby. He shook his his head and heaved a sigh, still staring at the tarnished flounce adorning his sleeves, how the grayish-white color then shifted into royal blue as the texture of the fabric changed, making it clear to the elder that he was wearing an over coat of some kind, seemingly longer on the backside. “Captain.”The voice was unfamiliar, but even so Leon turned around to face the one whom had spoken, instinctively. Not knowing why, but not bothering enough to think it over. His lips parted and he was about to utter his retort, but the man spoke once again before a sound left him, pointing over the rail. “There’s another ship approaching.”The immortal raised his brows, turning to look out across the open sea. There was indeed another ship heading in their direction. With a black flag. Oh. Now I understand. Odd dreams you have mortal. A smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced at the deckhand, who was still standing by his side. “Don’t break course, full speed ahead." Leon uttered, calm demeanor intact. "Prepare the men for battle.”