☄ Dream Impossible Dreams

[nohometown]

He knows, when he's awake, that it's impossible. He'll never have children. For a variety of reasons. He's devoted to his work. He has no time. Physiologically, due to his altered genes and the radiation treatments, he is unable to father children. Even if he could, with medical assistance, would he want to? Wouldn't any children he fathered belong to ShinRa as well?

What would become of such children? Would they grow wings and fly away? The idea isn't as far-fetched as it should be, considering what had happened to his friends. Why would he want children in a world like this?

But he's dreaming now. In dreams, he can have another life. He's dressed in plain clothes, black pants and a white dress shirt, standing in a a room, in a house. An ordinary house. It's not in Midgar, but somewhere else, far away. He can look through the window and see trees. The curtains are wide open, and sunlight pours in through them, and he knows, somehow, that this is "home". His home. With the certainty of a dreamer, who can believe impossible things, he knows that his family lives here. His children. There are pictures of them on the wall. Their possessions can be seen here and there, and some of the books on the shelves are theirs--not his own dry volumes about science and military history. He stands there for a while, not doing anything in particular, quiet and distantly content as he takes in this place, this existence, becomes accustomed to it.

He doesn't stir until hears a sound behind him. There someone here with him. He turns and smiles at them, a casual, fond smile for someone he sees almost every day of his life. "Hello." He asks a simple question. "How was your day?"


[[OOC: Anyone is welcome to be one of Sephiroth's "kids". (Relatives or spouses of any gender to talk about family are also welcome, if you prefer.) Feel free to age characters down, if you like, but grown up kids are also fine. Prose or action spam both welcome; I'll match you.]]

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[waterfell]

Dreams are made of longing. Ami, in a high school uniform from a well-known elite academy, opens the door and steps inside, and when she calls out that she's back, she hears her father's voice welcoming her home. Even she isn't immune to that, and there's a pleased smile on her lips as she slips off her shoes.

She has good news for him, of course. She's never let him down and for once, she has the experience of being able to hand her parent her exam results instead of leaving them on the table and receiving a white-board note in return. She digs them out and, true to form, the marks are all perfect scores.

"This is from the mock test for the national exams coming up," she explains as she holds them out. She waits, with a confidence she rarely feels while awake, for his approval.

[whitesuited]

Awake, he wouldn't disclaim his biological father, inasmuch as he didn't care for the old man. One couldn't choose one's parent's, merely make due and live with what you were given. He's slowly been dealing with the fact that his father likely did care for him more than he once realized.

However, asleep, the mind turns the desire for a more normal family, where one's father didn't constantly spend his time at work and who actually could express approval and care in a less complicated and more visible manner, preferably one without backhanded compliments.

Perhaps it was that desire which was the cause of him entering the house, and accepting the figure before him as a father figure, despite the fact they looked nothing alike. "It was good, how was yours?"

[reversedestiny]

All his life, Sora's wanted a stable family. How odd he gets it in his dreams. But is it a dream? Either way, he'll smile as he enters and pulls a hat off.

"It was okay. There weren't many fish biting, though."

[toweroflearning]

[This country house-- this isn't Reeve's dream, but it feels like his home. His first home, in the country, where the tallest things were the trees. It feels so natural to be here now, to walk through these rooms, to see books he's read or would like to read, to see teacups left on a table, to see toys-- a building set, like the one he used to play with-- on the floor.

To see Sephiroth. Standing on the living room carpet. Wearing a shirt and pants like an ordinary mortal. Sunlight caught in his pale hair, smiling. Yes, even these things feel natural.

The smile is easy to return.]

Oh, fine. Just-- the usual, you know.
[It's natural to stand at Sephiroth's side, to look out of the window together and then back at each other-- to let his hand brush Sephroth's, their fingers threading together for a long moment.]

And what about you? Have you been working all day? In spite of saying you wouldn't?
[It's obvious Reeve is teasing fondly.]

[howdoiairbend]

"Horrible," Korra grumbles, slumping into the couch as she claims a bag of chips from somewhere nearby. "The morning was out to get me, I swear. Hey, if Tenzin calls, tell him I'm taking the day off from Avatar training, I'm tired."

She pauses for a moment, then adds, "But if Mako or Bolin call I'm available. I gotta work on probending."

dream marriage...lol

[gardeningaia]

Something about this is undeniably wrong, to be close to him and comfortable. A strange sense--that everything is all right, and that it means something is "false"--but oh, then what's the point of everything being true? She likes this feeling, and Sephiroth seems satisfied too. It's not making anyone unhappy.

"Hmm...it felt like something was out of place," Aerith says truthfully, tapping her finger against her chin; however, her voice adds a playfulness to the honesty, twisting it. "But then I came home and found my husband."