"I don't know about boring, but I do know I've always been told I shouldn't." Controversial. Dangerous. Minjun was careful by now, so there was just a twinkle in his eyes and he smiled. "You are right though. I'd rather talk about your art. Your dreams."
His soulmate was scared of magic. Wary of it all. Minjun wasn't sure what to do about that. Not push, he supposed. For now. "When I was little, I could barely ever remember my dreams. These days I'm more of a lucid dreamer."
"I forget them not long after I have them so I try to paint them fast to keep on to them. I remember forgetting a dream I had when I was fourteen, and it was a really good dream... dunno what about but I know it made me happy. Ever since then, I try to remember and paint." And then he didn't lose the happiness he had. He didn't have much happiness otherwise. It wasn't that he was living a bad life, he just had depression and anxiety, he was a bit all over the place emotionally.
Traditional artist, he supposed. "Lucid dreaming sounds handy though."
"It's a skill, actually. Anyone can learn it, takes some training. I read a few books on it, that helped. Dreams keep me going some days." Or every day, because dreams brought him closer. To his soulmate. Even now, there was still a wall around him. He wished he could ask Gyungho questions he now knew would only scare him. "When I was around fourteen, there was a time when I didn't want to wake up at all. Just live in dreams. I felt less lonely there."
"Same. I'm a dreamer, always felt better there. When I was having a boring time at school and being discovered, all that stress, I just slept a lot when I wasn't working. I basically slept through my teens." Gyungho grinned as he held the door open for Minjun to head in, looking at the coffee board as he did. "Oooh, a ginger bread latte. How seasonal."
"You know, gingerbread latte sound right up my alley." Completely ridiculous, mostly. Minjun wrapped his arms around himself, because he felt oddly cold now that he was no longer holding on to Gyungho. He didn't even realise it, but the loss of contact was felt nonetheless. "I love sweet stuff."
And he had almost just stumbled on the word 'love', his cheeks were burning. Damn it.
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His soulmate was scared of magic. Wary of it all. Minjun wasn't sure what to do about that. Not push, he supposed. For now. "When I was little, I could barely ever remember my dreams. These days I'm more of a lucid dreamer."
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Traditional artist, he supposed. "Lucid dreaming sounds handy though."
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So many fun options. "What are you feeling?"
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And he had almost just stumbled on the word 'love', his cheeks were burning. Damn it.