Immortal Soul

Davy leaned his entire weight against Lyle, his knees still quite weak. His eyelids were drooping slightly, and sleep was about to consume him once more.

A slow chuckle caused Davy to lift his head, despite the fact that he was a little out of it, and an arm was wrapped around his shoulders. Lyle's pretty face had a gentle smile on his lips, and his eyes were immediately drawn to soft yet ethereal emerald eyes.

"A little tired?" he inquired softly. Davy's cheeks instantly heated up, despite his hazy state. Because of what happened earlier in this pool, Davy averted his gaze away from Lyle and gave a small nod, his cheeks now even more crimson.

He didn't know what Lyle's reaction was, however, as his arms around him only tightened even more. The natural warmth of Lyle's body gradually calmed his emotions. They fell silent, Davy grew sleepy with each passing second, and he closed his eyes.

"Oh, our sleeping beauty was already asleep? Did we tire him out?" An annoying voice caused Davy to open his eyes and immediately glare at the source of the voice. As he pinched Davy's cheeks, the redhead only smiled sheepishly.

Davy's temper flared once more; he had no idea why he had found that annoying smile attractive earlier. Perhaps the lust was really getting into his head.

"Can you stop pinching my cheeks, asshole?" Davy pursed his lips and slapped Draven's hand that was in his face. Draven only laughed and shook his head at this. The glee in his eyes had not dimmed in the least.

"Our dear is annoyed again, clearly, he wasn't this mad at me earlier." Draven raised his brows and smiled mischievously at Davy. Davy couldn't help but notice his cheeks becoming a little hotter.

Nonetheless, he refused to let Draven win. Despite his drowsiness, he managed to respond to the redhead's teasing.

"Can you please be normal and not be a jerk sometimes?" he retorted, despite his current appearance, who was obviously blushing because the earlier incident was replaying in his mind.

Draven laughed again, but this time he didn't respond as Lyle cut him off.

"Stop teasing him, Dheivamani needs to rest," Lyle said softly, and the two eyes shifted to him. Davy's scowl vanished instantly when he looked at Lyle's pretty face, as opposed to Draven's punchable face.

Davy was now accustomed to hearing them call him by his full name, much less their endearment. He could now listen to them with peace of mind.

Davy leaned even more softly and coquettishly into Lyle's body as he cast a sidelong glance at Draven. "You're really considerate, like someone there," he said softly as he lifted his head and smiled at Lyle.

Draven's laughter rang again, but he didn't say anything else and instead caressed Davy's hair. Davy looked at him, didn't fight him, and let Draven stroke his golden hair. His deep black pupils gaze at him without any playful demeanor.

"Let's go back to your room," Lyle suggested as he tightened his grip on Davy's shoulder. He lifted his head and nodded. His heart was simply at ease.

They were back in Davy's room with the wave of a hand. The same interior came into his sight, and as Davy glanced at the couch, he was taken aback and became frozen. Someone was sitting there, he had a serious face while reading something and how he lifted his head as he sensed their arrival.

"You're back," he began, his calm expression intimidating as the three of them fell silent. Davy leaned in closer to Lyle as he looked at the man, and Fallan's blue eyes darted around them before landing on him.

Davy pursed his lips, reducing the drowsiness that was slowly consuming him. He couldn't help but grip the loose dress he was wearing, especially as Fallan stared at him for a few more seconds before averting his gaze as he stood up and looked at the two beside him.

He took small steps towards them until he was directly in front of them.

"He seemed a little tired?" Fallan asked again.

Davy's cheeks flushed as he subconsciously retorted, "I--I am not tired," but the way he said it, he didn't seem particularly convincing.

Fallan's eyebrows shot up at him, and a look of amusement flashed across his face. Lyle hugged him from behind with a low chuckle.

"It wasn't as if you were the only one who could tire our sleeping beauty, right?" Despite the embarrassing situation, it appears that Draven was more determined to make it even worse.

Davy glared at him and yelled, "Shut up!" His cheeks flushed even more, but the redhead only laughed.

"Are you finished with your work?" Lyle's soft voice followed as an attempt to change the subject; Davy looked up at him and smiled gratefully. Lyle's eyes glistened, and he pinched his stomach slightly.

Fallan gave Draven a sidelong glance before nodding, "Yes, It was only something trivial." He responded to Lyle's question, "It seemed, Dheivamani really needed to rest now," with a slight amusement in his voice. Davy wanted to say he wasn't tired, but he couldn't because his eyelids were getting heavy.

Seriously, Davy now realized that he was constantly drowsy at times, to the point where it was random and he couldn't stop it. Was it a side effect of spending too much time in the virtual world, or was it simply this body's sleeping condition?

In any case, he couldn't hold it in any longer and let himself be lifted, as he couldn't make out his surroundings any longer. Even so, because he was at ease with them, Davy let the drowsiness consume him, and everything went black.

***

"Is this your current dream?" Davy's brow furrowed as he turned around, taken aback and stiffened. He stared at the beautiful figure who was wandering around his room, his golden hair and those distinct eyes couldn't be more familiar to him. A face that he had in the virtual world.

Davy then had a realization, and the figure was temporarily set aside as he looked around. His pupils dilated as he was stunned, "Isn't this my room?" He went in circles as he couldn't mistake it. It was indeed his room in the real world.

Why was he here? his brow furrowed even more. Has he already returned? No... Was it a dream? How come it was so vivid?

"Are you surprised?" asked the same melodic voice, jolting Davy out of his reverie.

He was reminded that he was not alone in the room, he was with... the character of his in the virtual world. Wait, that was even more surprising. Was he now delusional in his dreams as a result of his circumstances?

"Who are you?" Davy asked, not quite sure why he asked that. Was it okay to inquire about his avatar's identity? Damn, this dream was really strange.

He laughed, and their gazes were locked. Davy thought it was so weird to talk to his avatar, especially with that face. The black-golden eyes were now fixed on him, so... it was like this… being stared at by those eyes. Davy had to admit, he was too beautiful.

"My name is Dheivamani, and I am you, right?" the beautiful man with the same image as his character image responded, his tone soft yet playful. The golden hue in his eyes glinted, Davy parted his lips as he couldn't understand.

"What do you mean? Wait... you being me, it made sense since you are my character in the game," Davy replied, shaking his head absentmindedly. What was he doing? The game was now even invading his dream now?

Again, the man, who also claimed to be Dheivamani laughed. His laughter was like a beautiful melody that soothed Davy's nerves. He wasn't panicking as much as he thought he would when encountering something strange once again.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter anyway; even if I explain, you'll forget about it once you wake up, so it wasn't that important," Dheivamani replied, his voice still soft. Davy could still detect a sad tone in his voice.

"Will I forget this dream when I wake up?" Davy wondered. He didn't take his gaze away from Dheivamani for a second.

He nodded as he sat in Davy's bed, which had become a rag in comparison to Dheivamani's expensive existence. Davy remained standing as he spoke with Dheivamani. He ignored how strange it was as if everything had just become normal to him.

"You always forgot me," he paused as the smile on his lips faded slightly, "...yourself."

Davy stared at Dheivamani, processing what he had said. However, he still couldn't comprehend it. Perhaps something within him was purposefully rejecting them.

"I still don't understand," Davy admitted honestly. Dheivamani didn't seem too surprised, as if he expected it.

The golden hue in his eyes again glowed as he cocked his head a little and said, "Let's say... I am your immortal soul, and your current appearance is your mortal body." Davy was aware that he was referring to his body in the real world.

Davy then became even more confused, however, as he was about to ask again. Dheivamani in front of him suddenly appeared illusory before returning to being real and then becoming illusory again.

"Why was that... you look–"

"That I'm about to disappear?" Dheivamani finished his sentence for him.

Davy nodded, his heart racing rapidly. Why had he become so tense all of a sudden? He watched Dheivamani's figure become illusory once more. Dheivamani raised his hand as he stared at it, not panicking as if he was used to it.

Dheivamani then returned his gaze to Davy, his smile fading and the luster in his black-golden pupils dimming. "Because I am... eventually, I will disappear."

"Why?" Davy exclaimed, his heart racing. He had no idea why that statement from a clearly fictitious character had riled him up. Dheivamani's beautiful face smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

He didn't immediately respond as he stood up from his seat in the bed and took a slow step towards Davy until they were face to face. Davy could only stare at Dheivamani as they both stared at each other until Dheivamani reached out and caressed Davy's face.

"The energy within me is running out... This will probably be your last dream." Dheivamani spoke; his tone was soft, but despite that, it didn't soothe Davy as his heartbeats continued beating in a hurried manner.

"So, Davy... it's now up to you." He smiled, as Davy's tears unknowingly flowed down.

Why was he... crying?