((well, considering that most of your previous posts were at about 3 am...yeah, u need sleep :) ))
Alex sat up, leaving his body behind in his chair. Huh. Must've fallen asleep during the orchestra, he thought absently before wondering why he was still in the castle. Oh yeah, Grace is here. She must've settled down for the night, if she's not already asleep.
Changelings didn't dream with their own minds, but with the minds of others, u.sually whoever was closest. They couldn't control whose mind they latched on to, but they could choose whether to enter their dreams or to just roam around the person's body like a ghost. His servants were too feeble-minded for proper dreams, so he had never latched onto them, but humans were fair game. Alex usually had dreams in the minds of people in the nearby town, and he normally spent his time walking up and down the streets in his dream body. A few times he had actually entered the dreams of people he became tethered to, but dreams don't u.sually make sense to outsiders, so he tended to stay out of it.
The orchestra was still playing, so Alex, u.sing his spirit-like dream body, went down to their room and commanded the maestro telepathically to stop. All of the elves stopped playing, and they were asleep in a matter of seconds.
Now left alone, Alex wondered what he should do. Unlike the town, there was nothing for him to explore in his own castle. He couldn't move anything with his dream body, so reading more than a page of an open book would be impossible. Even if he could reawaken the orchestra players, they might wake up his real body, and he really needed his sleep.
Was..was entering Grace's dreams really his only option? It would be many hours before dawn, and as tired as he was, he might sleep through the next day. He could almost feel himself being pulled toward Grace out of boredom, but fought against it. That's...that's too intrusive, even for m.e, he thought. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was almost afriad to go in her dreams; what if she noticed him? What if she gained conscious control of her dream and used it to torment him? No, there was only one option.
WAKE UP, Alex mind-yelled to Grace, hoping she wasn't deep asleep yet.
((if you're confused about the dream thing..Alex basically is like a ghost right now. All he can do it move around and talk to people telepathically, but it's weak. He can enter people's dreams if they're asleep))
((WOO that's long..sry, the dream thing explanation got long..))
((Lol, yeah. XD You wouldn't believe the number of all-nighters I've pulled lately. I've been trying to catch up on lots of things at once.
That's okay, I love detail. ^^))
Grace had barely dozed off when there was a shout in her head, amplified by sleep until it was nearly deafening. She jumped into a sitting position with a shout and looked around the room, heart pounding.
It took her a couple seconds before she figured out what had happened. "Da.mmit, Alex!" She yelled, not really knowing whether or not he could hear her. "It isn't bad enough that you've kidnapped me, now you won't let me sleep, either?"
((yeah, teen life and stuff. no worries, dahling!))
Alex wanted to give her a full explanation, but a), she wouldn't listen to his explanation, and b), she was too angry for him to communicate right then. In his dream body, he could't use telepathy at will like he usually could while awake. He just watched uselessly as Grace fumed, probably not guessing that the object of her anger was right in front of her.
When she had calmed down a bit, Alex simply told her, DON'T SLEEP. Part of him knew she probably would, but at least if he gave her the warning, she couldn't blame him...as much...if he entered her dreams. Telepathy had taken a lot of his concentration, though, and that was hard to get when your real body was sleeping. If she started to doze off again, he probably wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
((Also, the weather has been iffy lately. The power went out for a little bit and could again.))
"D.ammit," Grace said again, and buried her head under the pile of blankets, though she knew that wouldn't really block out Alex. "Get out of my head." She suspected she wouldn't be able to sleep for a while anymore anyway, but it drove her crazy that he would tell her not to.
Grace didn't seem to be dozing off, at least not at the moment. Alex was relieved, but only for a moment. Maybe it would've just been easier to enter her dreams right away. Maybe he was just putting off the inevitable, and he'd just be sitting around bored while he waited.
Grace's dragon picture caught his eye. Huh. Who would've thought she was an artist... Her artistry surprised him. After she had seemed to abrasive to him, he was a bit startled at discovering a softer side of her. If she does leave the castle, I'm keeping this painting, he thought suddenly, later wondering why he had thought something like that. It was true, since he wouldn't be able to destroy the painting, but Grace's apparent power over him still bothered him. Maybe it would destroy itself...