[Doesn’t need to be said, what a guy like him is doing in a place like this. In fact, Johnny figures it might as well have been inevitable, and giving it some thought, he’s surprised he hadn’t considered it sooner: his presence and its slow subsumption of V’s, slipping into every conscious and subconscious crack. Until now, dreams had been foreign and untouched territory. Until now, he hadn’t eked past that wall, or saw what was hidden behind it.
Until now.
He’s not much different in a dream than he is in reality, it seems. Still can summon a cigarette out of the blue in one chrome hand. But he’s lacking the visual stutter, the luminosity of an imaginary friend that has a tendency to wink in and out of existence — in this dream, it’s almost as though he’s truly flesh and blood, stable through and through, from the way the grass bends beneath his shoes, to the high-framerate-smooth gesture of bringing the nicotine stick to his lips.
He inhales, and the fuse burns bright against the void of night above, a secondhand star. He tilts his head up, pointedly not sitting in the grass next to V, instead only glancing at starlight while smoke wisps from exhaled words.]
Standin’s just fine for now.
[He blocking your view, V? Well, Johnny’s been known to be difficult.]
Didn’t answer the question.
[Or rather, the request for some manner of explanation.]
no subject
Until now.
He’s not much different in a dream than he is in reality, it seems. Still can summon a cigarette out of the blue in one chrome hand. But he’s lacking the visual stutter, the luminosity of an imaginary friend that has a tendency to wink in and out of existence — in this dream, it’s almost as though he’s truly flesh and blood, stable through and through, from the way the grass bends beneath his shoes, to the high-framerate-smooth gesture of bringing the nicotine stick to his lips.
He inhales, and the fuse burns bright against the void of night above, a secondhand star. He tilts his head up, pointedly not sitting in the grass next to V, instead only glancing at starlight while smoke wisps from exhaled words.]
Standin’s just fine for now.
[He blocking your view, V? Well, Johnny’s been known to be difficult.]
Didn’t answer the question.
[Or rather, the request for some manner of explanation.]