Love seeing her smirk at me like that. I laugh softly, "But this way by making it a condition of my holding the concert, I can save some face."
At least I no longer have to prove myself on a daily basis as their master. I still do need to work a bit at showing that I still am. And probably always will need to.
I relax a bit when Wanda rolls her eyes and tells me that they are indeed complaining. Somehow she manages to shift on the bench so that my arm is around her. It feels nice so I leave it there. Can also feel my coat and shirt dissolving leaving my arms bare. It still surprises me to know that she knows some of the secrets that have made life in the waking world so difficult and has never given me grief over any of them. John gave me hell for not mentioning the dreamwalking before I ate Icelus' heart and had trouble staying awake.
I smile as she compares the manner of their complaints to the way they complain about the brothel, but the smile fades as she talks about visiting the Carnival and talking to their Management. Lick my lips. Going to have to try to explain why that makes me worried for her. Though her comment about my moons does bring back a fainter version of my smile.
"They are very strange and somewhat scary," I tell her. "I would be very careful when talking to them. From the way some of the Carnies dream about them I might guess they are a little like your ex-husband."
I know better than to ask her not to go. Wanda can be so very stubborn.
She turns the conversation back to the dreams of her townsfolk by asking me what their dreams were about.I squirm a little as she pokes a finger into my side. "There are some dreams like that, as well as plenty where the dreamer is naked during their carnival visit. Or gets stripped during," I tell her. "But more are like wandering into a maze of tents where you lose important things to the inhabitants until you have nothing left and then are forced to join them. Some dreamers are even more creative than that."
And several are rather disturbing. Even after I have seen plenty of disturbing dreams since becoming Lord of Nightmares. I can't stop the quick blush when she mentions me finding attractive rousties. Some of the Carnival folk are rather nice to meet in dreams, For all the townsfolk are dreaming them as monsters.
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Date: 2013-07-27 08:17 pm (UTC)At least I no longer have to prove myself on a daily basis as their master. I still do need to work a bit at showing that I still am. And probably always will need to.
I relax a bit when Wanda rolls her eyes and tells me that they are indeed complaining. Somehow she manages to shift on the bench so that my arm is around her. It feels nice so I leave it there. Can also feel my coat and shirt dissolving leaving my arms bare. It still surprises me to know that she knows some of the secrets that have made life in the waking world so difficult and has never given me grief over any of them. John gave me hell for not mentioning the dreamwalking before I ate Icelus' heart and had trouble staying awake.
I smile as she compares the manner of their complaints to the way they complain about the brothel, but the smile fades as she talks about visiting the Carnival and talking to their Management. Lick my lips. Going to have to try to explain why that makes me worried for her. Though her comment about my moons does bring back a fainter version of my smile.
"They are very strange and somewhat scary," I tell her. "I would be very careful when talking to them. From the way some of the Carnies dream about them I might guess they are a little like your ex-husband."
I know better than to ask her not to go. Wanda can be so very stubborn.
She turns the conversation back to the dreams of her townsfolk by asking me what their dreams were about.I squirm a little as she pokes a finger into my side. "There are some dreams like that, as well as plenty where the dreamer is naked during their carnival visit. Or gets stripped during," I tell her. "But more are like wandering into a maze of tents where you lose important things to the inhabitants until you have nothing left and then are forced to join them. Some dreamers are even more creative than that."
And several are rather disturbing. Even after I have seen plenty of disturbing dreams since becoming Lord of Nightmares. I can't stop the quick blush when she mentions me finding attractive rousties. Some of the Carnival folk are rather nice to meet in dreams, For all the townsfolk are dreaming them as monsters.