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Emil's dark hazel hues fixed solid to the dreamscape.  Almost in a trance like state—the Sandman wandered forward on bare feet. He knew it was only dream...a dream that wasn't even born from him, and yet he couldn't help the pang of nostalgia. The mountains. The tree line. This place. Why did it feel as if he'd been here before? He knew that if a dreamers feelings were powerful enough they could influence his own, but this—this was different from all those other times. This scenery was special. He could feel it in the very depths of his soul, but of course he'd never know. Lilith hade sure of it after she'd made a meal of some of his most precious memories. A price he had paid after finally winning the battle of will. <br/>
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Deep in his thoughts; it was a sudden sharpness of pain that broke him out of it—catching the sight of falling flowers out of the corner of his dark visage—the next thing he heard was a faint voice calling in his direction; speaking something he couldn't quite hear. A dreamer shouldn't have been able to call him, but bound by this new curiosity, he followed it under the guidance of the sweet spring breeze; as if having a mind of it's own. Circling about him, the wind whispered against his naked skin up until the Sandman had reached the tree line. <br/>
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Overshadowed by the tall primeval trees, he lifted his gaze up towards the brightness of the cerulean sky that had managed to find cracks in the foliage. Staring...Thinking...until another sharp pain broke his trance. With a small huff leaving his nose, he was just about ready to give up this farce, when his attention was swiftly captured by the tinkling sound of laughter, followed by the words that came after. <i>“Come out, come out wherever you are,”  </i>a females voice could be heard calling out from the woods. A clear sound that exuded warmth and happiness...yet, why did he feel a sudden pang of loneliness?<br/>
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Stirring in the deepest depths of his being. He immediately brushed the feeling off, blaming it on the dreamers immense feelings she felt towards this memory. Whatever this dream was to her. it was clearly something of great importance. That being said, since hearing her voice, each step he took felt heavier then the last. Muddled thoughts in an out—the closer he got, the more Lilith marks stirred from its dormant state. Sensing great power, he pushed past the weighted feeling on his chest. Sweat forming over his brow. In the distance he could see a figure walking his way.<br/>
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<i>“There you are,”</i><br/>
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Coming to a halt at her words, the feminine figure continued towards him until she stopped about five feet from his person. A smile gracing her lovely features. She appeared to be looking straight at him, but that couldn't have been possible. Silent, he waved a hand in front of her face curiously to see if she'd react, but to no avail she still just stood there—staring alarmingly deep into the dark depths of his brown hazel hues. He was sure with how deeply she was staring, she'd be able to make out the subtle golden flecks. Alarmed he took an instinctive step back. "This isn't possible..." The words leaving him under the guise of an exhaled breath.<br/>
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And almost as if she'd heard him—she took a step forward until she was standing right in front of him, still staring. But this time there was seriousness reflected in her gaze; almost melancholic. <i>“Don’t ever leave me…”</i> Her whispering request sending a shiver right down the back of his spine.  Never breaking eye contact, he could feel her surge of emotion flow through him, while soundlessly speaking the words to answer her. <i>Never</i>. He couldn't understand what was coming over him until the held breath he didn't know he was holding released and a figure passed through him, lifting the mysterious dreamer up into the air.<br/>
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Watching the pair silently, the heavy grip on his heart began to subside. It was in that moment that everything he'd been feeling was starting to make sense. These feelings weren't his own, but hers and the memory of whoever she shared them with. <i>Of course that was the reason why</i>... A hopeless wish to be seen and heard. The Sandman sighed at the sight of them, almost rolling his eyes. They were almost sickeningly sweet the pair of them. Still, it was strange that he couldn't quite make the male figure out; usually a lover would be as clear a day, especially when the emotion was so strong, but all he could see was a blank face. <br/>
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Not wishing to feel the sharp pain of trying to remember something important, the Sandman let it go, for now. Taking his spot as spectator. He would follow them throughout her dream until her dreamscape would fade. <br/>
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And he hoped it would end soon. This dreamer...he couldn't understand why she agitated him, but for both their sakes, it'd be better if she ended her memory soon. <br/>
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He knew all to well that a pleasant dream often could become the most dangerous ones if one wasn't careful.<br/>
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