a random late valentines day oneshot. (shrugs) sounded funny.
warnings- OOCish, hinted lemonishness, fluff.
reasons- the song reminded
me of it XDD
inspiration- "sweet drems" by la bouche.
rating- T
pairing- anise/luke.
summary- sometimes, anise wonders if her dreams are trying to tell her something.
disclaimer- i own nothing ne!!!! not a thing!!!
when reading, over exagerated amounts of roses and stars should be seen XDDD
The same thing happened in almost every dream. It would start out with a plain conversation, that involved something boring, so boring she couldn't even remember them. Always they were about something outside of their journey, and she supposed it was her minds way of comforting her. Though if this journey had never occurred, she'd never know Luke in the first place. But the conversations were innocent and sweet, always about something plain yet calming and warm. Why, she never figured out.
Her dream self would then ask the inevitable question that never changed; did he love Tear or Natalia. Always her redheaded friend would take a few minutes to think, though she thought maybe it was her mind's way of creating over over dramatic sappy romance scenes. Probably was. She read way to many of those sappy novels when she was bored. But after three minutes or so, he'd turn to her and say no. and he'd smile at her all sweetly and say it was her he loved. Honestly, Anise thought she made dream Luke way to nice.
In any realistic dream he should blush, squawk and say not to ask stupid questions like that then scoot away from her. That was how Luke dealt with those difficult questions where things like "love" were on the line. He didnt smile warmly, he didnt hold her hand and he didnt answer her or reply with sickeningly sweet words. It wasn't him. Thats how she knew, even in her dreams, that it was just that. A dream. Because Luke and love couldn't go together without the word awkward and the word unsure somewhere in there. Thats how she knew.
But that never seemed to make her chest unrestrict, or her heart stop pounding so hard, or even stop her from leaning up to kiss him. And in the end, somehow, things would escalate way to far and she'd wake up in a cold sweat in her bed, and thankfully, alone. And so, she wondered, in the mornings after those dreams, if her mind was attempting to tell her something. Something with some deep meaning, and some sugary romantic vibes. Then she'd finish getting ready to go and flick the notion away.
Must be hormones.
Owari.
heh, that was funny to write XDDD its not serious ne, so dont scream.