Living the dream.

[pointofspecificity]

[Locked to agreat_thief. Superception!Verse.]



Arthur places a metallic case on the coffee table, unlocking and opening it to reveal a complicated mechanism within. “This,” he explains, gesturing to the device with an odd sense of pride and satisfaction, “is a PASIV device. It enables us to enter a dream state and allows our dreams to be shared with others. It probably seems complex seeing it for the first time, but you don’t need to worry about the mechanics just yet – there’s plenty of time for that later.”

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[onsilksheets]

"Which is why you're fantastic like that." She's still acting all serious as if she isn't implying anything devious at all. "Of course, if there's anything you want me to wear, I have no problem with that." Bela could allow herself to be a little suggestive.

"You don't need to worry about me, you know." She wasn't prepared to share everything about herself and her life just yet. Bela did trust Arthur but it was difficult for her to let go and take down her walls to let people in and get to know the real her. Bela Talbot was a facade, something she created to hide behind so that she could manage in life. The past still affected her, much as she tried to push that back into the far recesses of her mind. She raises her eyes to his. "But I'm willing to learn to play nice with others." Her tone is light and teasing, but there's a hint of sadness in her green eyes.

"I would be interested in learning more about it. But another time, perhaps. For now I just want to enjoy this. What we have here and what we have outside in the real world."

She smiles softly at the kiss, slipping her arm around his waist and walking along with him. Bela is content to walk in silence, contemplating everything that Arthur had just told her as well as her own past. It was an interesting mix in any case.

[pointofspecificity]

"Oh?" He manages to pull off a look of innocence mixed with genuine curiosity for all of two - maybe three - seconds before it slips and gives way to the smirk that breaks loose, showing exactly how pure his thoughts are. But he tries to keep up the pretence. "Well, in that case, if you happen to have - oh, I don't know - an old school uniform floating around, or something that closely resembles one, it could prove to be useful."

Arthur smiles at that and playfully nudges shoulders with her, trying to lighten the mood. "Because you're usually such a monster," he says with a sarcastic roll of the eyes. He doesn't expect anything from anyone, as a general rule, and Bela is no exception to that. It's easy to feel suffocated by someone, by a situation, he knows, and he doesn't want her to feel as if he's pressuring her into anything. So he leaves the topic where it is, open for future use, for a time when they're both ready.

"And enjoy it you shall. We have all the time in the world, and we can work at whatever pace you're most comfortable with."

He smiles to himself as they walk, not sure if it was the best introduction to something like this, but thankful that it went smoothly enough. After all, they do have plenty of time to work out the kinks, and the endless list of things that he wants to show her can wait.