Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24857097-20150115050415/@comment-24857097-20150820084944

The two blast glyphs appeared in front of Oliver. Considering that he's tired as hell, they're probably just going to stumble him. But it's Cyzarine, they're probably going to blast him across the hallway.

''Welp, I'll be able to sleep at least. I don't care what happens to me while I'm unconscious, I'll just let her have her fun and do whatever the hell she wants. I'm too exhausted to give.''

Cue black out.

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Oliver groaned in pain and irritation as he slowly opened his eyes and squinted from the brightness. The hallways were still eerily quiet, not one person in sight. He looked over to his left side and saw the money from last night. Oddly, it was all organized rather than a mess.

I must be dreaming still.

He got up and stretched out his limbs for a moment, later retrieving the money and storing it into his wallet. There was an odd feeling on his cheek. he felt it with his hand and could only express a slight blush.

No frickin' way.

He took out his Scroll and looked at the reflection. The blush got even stronger.

This is no dream.

(Interpret it however you like, but allow me to share a secret. The back of my mind is shipping them despite everything that happened. And now you know the significance of the title :3.)