Thread: A Dream Within A Dream (Captain Brandeau x Sketchyequine)

Oh. Once again their lengthy, thin fingers, void of any warmth and color, slid across a holographic touch screen projecting the profile of Alexander G. Errington . And again, their dead eyes slowly rolled across descriptive text permanently branding the 25 year old as incompetent and indolent despite the impressive test scores and high intelligence quotient. From the screens, each council member's aged faces were illuminated in the most unflattering way. Their lips parted, whispering all sorts of negativity, disappointment, and disgust in dry, raspy breaths. There were much more voices than there were members. Alexander counted their faces and lost track after 25, and then he counted their wrinkles. All of them were people from his past family, friends, bosses and of course the actual council that evaluated his profile after he graduated high school. In a dark council chamber, a single light shone on the man's lonely figure from above. His bulging arms and solid chest were most prominent beneath its brilliance, a body he earned from constant manual labor at his work. It was all society deemed him good for. Maybe a hundred years ago one could call this man dreamy. But if you come from nothing, have nothing, and will become nothing, it is too easy to ignore a pair of dazzling green eyes, lustrous honey-colored locks, and that darn goofy grin. It certainly did not win his audience over. This dream again. Why is such a gifted mind wasted on you? All of his teachers agreed. Only a literal fool like you would choose to live among vermin. He could hear his mother. For a genius, you're a fucking idiot. His father would say. Get out, you're upsetting your mother again. His father had also said. This time do not come back. Were his father's final words to their only son. Yeah, yeah disgrace, what a shame, I've heard this song plenty of times before. Now... where's the exit.. The minute he spoke, the darkness overcame all the light in the room and the voices hushed. He possessed the voice of a leader, believe it or not. It matched a man of his build and stature perfectly. Though his eyes were very much open but might as well have been closed. Alexander blindly walked forward with outreached hands until his fingers touched the familiar knob where he would usually give it a twist and find himself awake but... he shouldered the door open and found himself among a forest with infinite beauty. It was too much nature but for a city boy, even he was mesmerized. Beauty such as this does not exist where he is from. He encountered refreshing winds and grass as thin and luxurious as freshly washed hair. Green eyes glancing upwards, the sky was a magnificent blend of pinks and blues, smog free. Was it selfish he wanted to keep all of this to himself? Alexander would drink himself to death if it meant his usual dreams could have this sort of turn of events. His whole body whipped around when he heard nothing but heard something at the same time. There was a woman... no one he had ever recognized before. And it did not help that the wind whistled her hair across her face. From what the young bachelor did see, however, was that she was breathtaking. Alexander closed his mouth, having not known it was open to begin with. Unfortunately, he blinked and when his eyes reopened, he found himself first gazing at another woman and then gasping for air like he had been underwater for ages. S-Sasha? Alexander managed to huff out. His eyes drifted from her face and bed head to her slender hands that held the sheets close to her naked chest. Wait... what?? He cursed, stealing some of her blanket to hide his own exposed body. The events of last night replayed over in his mind but all he could remember was taking shots and playing darts. A terrible mix. Every last hard drink he had gave his head a throbbing kick until it hurt to think, remember, or exist for that matter. He released the dangerous grip he had on the blanket to hold and nurture his head. Damn. That was... some night, huh? he lazily shrugged his broad shoulders, not knowing what to say in such an awkward moment. This sort of thing happened all the time on television just not to him... Taking a peak at the time, he winced. Ugh. And fell back onto her bed, staring straight up at the ceiling. I'm so late for work. Jack is going to fucking kill me. His boss riding his ass yesterday was the main reason he got shitfaced last night. The feeling overpowered the embarrassing one he had for Sasha almost instantly. Look, I know what you're going to say. But we didn't have sex. And that's the solution to our problem. He declared, his eyes refusing to meet hers while she continued to lay naked beside him.