" Not a single breath can ever part me from you, your arms; your love. "
With a huff escaping her lips, the young woman let herself fall onto a free chair at the café she had opened just a few weeks ago. She was lucky that she had found someone who helped her out sometimes so fast and so she could take prober breaks from work every now and then.
So now she sat in a small corner in the café, leaning back in her chair to and observed her customers. Smiling at one family that had fun together, she let her eyes wander further through the crowd until it landed upon a male figure that sat on the table across of her. He seemed to have fallen asleep and her smile grew even brighter at the sight of it.
Dahee’s smile faded as soon as it came as a pain came over her that had come to her every now and then for the past two days. It seemed to her that the succubus in her tried to tell her she needed to feed on someone, and that rather fast then slow if she wanted to still live in the next week. A sigh escaped her lips, and her gaze fell upon the sleeping male. She bit her lower lip as an idea lightened up her face, she only used it once before but maybe she could use her ability to dreamwalk to feed on him.
The female looked around once just to be satisfied that no one payed attention to both of them as they were sitting in a rather quiet corner of the café. Then she took a deep breath, before closing her eyes and focusing on the male in front of her until the dark escaped and something like a dream world appeared before her eyes.
As usually on Wednesdays, Leon had went outside to visit is favorite coffee shop. Much to his dismay it had been closed due to most of the staff having gotten sick. It was a great disappointment of course, causing him slight frustration. His steps however, were determined as he stepped into the unfamiliar shop, trailing the interior and observing every detail with his lensed orbs. The weariness he had tried to repress for days was apparent in his entire posture, having returned to the country only two days earlier still had its effect on him, still suffering from jet lag syndrome had him yawning almost every five minutes, not having slept properly in about four days.
After having placed his order by the counter, and brought his cup of steaming hot tea to the table where he wanted to sit, he heaved a sigh. Finding the peace he usually sough for when going out like this was impossible, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings causing his mind to spin, new impressions and new sounds everywhere. New people. He rested his forehead in his palms, elbows placed soundly on the tabletop, blinking slowly from time to time. If he had been weary earlier, this only made it worse, and soon his eyes fell shut completely, only to not be re-opened as he fell asleep without further thought.
It wasn’t often that Leon had the pleasure of dreaming, at least not without creating the dream himself, but this was one of those rare exceptions. However the dream itself wasn’t very exciting, the opposite in fact. It could be seen as dull but he enjoyed it anyhow. Situated in his living room, he was seated upon his black leather couch, back facing the panorama windows which filled the entire room with gleaming sunlight, coloring the room with a delightful veil of orange. The Sundown was a beautiful as always, casting shadows upon the bookshelves on the opposite side as well as the dark mahogany flooring. He kept his legs crossed, calf resting upon his knee, back straight as he held his guitar in a careful grip. It was peaceful, quite besides the sound of his fingers as they strummed. There was a soft hum to his lips, following the chords in perfect harmony, but lacking lyrics. It was one of his own compositions, and seeing as he considered himself unable to sing, he never made the effort to fill the emptiness with words.