[i]~Through his fingers he can feel the physical response of the other male at being so close, the faint hum bringing a smile to his lips. Opening his eyes he stares up at the moon for a few seconds before looking back at his companion. His smile softens at the thought of Enasi ignoring his comment about his hair and instead comments on his metallic gaze. He blinks, a look of fondness flashing across his face and he offers no resistance as Enasi moves away from him. Even as the gap seems to widen unnaturally fast, Enasi seeming to fall back away from him, Seishu simply sighs, the sound inaudible and in a moment. . .~[/i]

The sigh passes into the waking world and Seishu lets out a long groan. “I dun' wanna wake up yeeeet. . . . .” He whines.

Suddenly there is a weight on his chest and a high pleasant voice calls down, “But I thought you hate sleeping?” Opening his eyes the guardian takes in the sight of the dream minion perched atop him, his wings fluttering once in a while to make sure he doesn't aggravate Seishu's injuries. Seishu gives him a slow blink before reaching up and with a finger to the forehead and a light push, topples the young minion on to the foot of the bed. Rue squeals in surprise but ends with a giggle as he bounces his way back up the bed to sit beside the Nightmare Guardian. “Hey, if you like sleeping now, does it have something to do with that energy you were giving off last night, huh? It woke my up, I thought someone had come in, but it was just you!”

Seishu freezes half way to sitting up as Rue updates him on last night's events. [i]'So, we make energy, well I do at least, when we meet like that. . .'[/i] Shoving his pillows against the headboard he finishes sitting up, his joints complaining loudly. [i]'I do not miss the stiffness, nope, I don't!'[/i] Rolling his eyes at himself he watches Rue shuffle around, working out his own stiffness much like a large cat would. The light coming through the window is low, like sunset, however since the sun never leaves the sky Seishu can only guess at how long he's been asleep. [i]'It can't have been long, maybe 3-5 hours. I've never slept longer than that, and it doesn't feel like it was longer than usual'[/i] The little minion pops up, scooting a bit closer to the edge of the bed before settling against the headboard like Seishu. Casting him a curious glance he asks, “So Little Bite, was it bad? Did the energy make you sick?”

Rue shakes his head vigorously. “Nope, it wasn't your kind of energy, it was different. It wasn't positive either, it was, something all together different. It wasn't good feeling, but it wasn't bad either. It was like. . .” His little face scrunches up in concentration as he tries to figure out the best way to describe it. Seishu raises and eyebrow and watches as the kid opens and closes his mouth repeatedly until at last he snaps his fingers. “I got it! It was like a hot cup of cocoa on a cold day by a fire, but the house has a cold draft so you huddles together with someone to keep warm, and you get all full of a fuzzy feeling, even though you're not exactly comfortable, you're not uncomfortable either.” With a nod he grins wide and stares at Seishu.

With a sigh Seishu tries to work out how that would feel, and after a few moments a thought crosses his mind. [i]'Together Enasi and I make up two halves of a whole, while the nightmares, dreams, and minions are purely of one side or the other. I suppose, what would make both of us completely content and comfortable would feel a bit off for any one of them'[/i] His gaze gets far away. [i]'I have to run this by Enasi, but I think I'm right on this. . . .And maybe we could come up with some stuff to try next time. . . .If there is one'[/i] His gaze drops to the covers in front of him and he mentally kicks himself at the sentimental thought that spring to mind. [i]'The perfection from last night could keep me content for the rest of my existence, even if I never see it again. . .'[/i]

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Waking with a scream Gin looks wildly about Seishu's grand room. His heart races and moments later a group of minions loyal to him come rushing in to see what's wrong. “Get out, GET OUT!” He shrieks, and they quickly bow their way out of the room, a few practically fleeing. A fiery pain shoots through his hand and with a yelp he looks down at the faint symbol pulsating with an intense heat. The mark seems to fade a bit and his heart skips a beat, but an instant later it's back. [i]'What the fuck is happening to me?! What the hell was that?!'[/i] Bringing his hand up to his mouth he bites down hard enough on his forefinger to draw blood. After a few calming breaths he throws the covers back. “He's not dying. He just won't kick it, the fuck!?” Throwing on a pair of pants he stomps to the large ornate wooden doors that open to reveal the palace's main hall.

Like a fiery storm he pounds his way to the throne room and with a harsh growl he plants himself firmly in place on the plush cushions. With a snap of his fingers a servant appears, her many hands rubbing together nervously. “Bring me Lilium!” he barks and she bows low before scurrying off to do as she's bidden. It only takes a few minutes fore the tall dark haired woman to appear. Her black leather armor looks [url= http://pnmedia.gamespy.com/planetelderscrolls.gamespy.com/fms/images/mods/8105/1277399183_fullres.jpg]sharp and gothic[/url], clinging to her figure and leaving no flesh exposed save her head and neck. She moves swiftly to the foot of the dais before dropping to a knee, he pitch black gaze looking to her lord questioningly.

With a motion of his hand he bids her to come closer. As she reaches the edge of his throne she leans in to listen carefully to what he wants her to do. “Go to earth, find me a Dream Minion. Pin it there somehow and send someone for me. I WILL find out what is going on over there, if I have to kill a thousand of those foul vermin to do it!” There is a faint note of hysteria in his voice, however Lilium simply nods in reply and exits the throne room quickly. He smiles at he retreating back, a chuckle of delight low in his throat. “Yes, I will have answers. . .”