[Irene's dream world is one she wouldn't admit to, outside of her own mind, but here they are. No war, nothing to run from. It means no wings, it means being human, because even in a dream world she can't imagine being an angel without all the trappings that come with it -- but that's not a bad thing, not really. Especially in the dream, where neither of them know what they're missing.
No, it's better here, better this way. No fighting and fear and guilt; no ward to pull Vincent away from her; none of the clashes that always have driven them apart. There's only fun, only high times; adventures and interesting people and places to be.
It's much better than the trouble she's driven herself into lately, and if she knew waking up was an option, she would be glad that she hasn't, life outside her head be damned.]
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No, it's better here, better this way. No fighting and fear and guilt; no ward to pull Vincent away from her; none of the clashes that always have driven them apart. There's only fun, only high times; adventures and interesting people and places to be.
It's much better than the trouble she's driven herself into lately, and if she knew waking up was an option, she would be glad that she hasn't, life outside her head be damned.]