[He sounds too clear for one of her dreams. Then again, she rarely remembers them. Aubrey’s not used to having thoughts like this. Then again…]
Akechi. Goro Akechi. [Subtly, the scene shifts like melting clockwork; ridges in the pier smoothing out to ground, gaps in the statue sprouting the criss-cross of an anti-goat gate. If Aubrey notices these, they don’t give her pause.] You know me. We’ve met…
[Then why does it feel off? Dream sense: here one second, gone the next. Aubrey backs up a little, as if she might be the intruder. Glances around the space, as if the lake is only just registering.]
no subject
[He sounds too clear for one of her dreams. Then again, she rarely remembers them. Aubrey’s not used to having thoughts like this. Then again…]
Akechi. Goro Akechi. [Subtly, the scene shifts like melting clockwork; ridges in the pier smoothing out to ground, gaps in the statue sprouting the criss-cross of an anti-goat gate. If Aubrey notices these, they don’t give her pause.] You know me. We’ve met…
[Then why does it feel off? Dream sense: here one second, gone the next. Aubrey backs up a little, as if she might be the intruder. Glances around the space, as if the lake is only just registering.]
We’re friends. Right?