jealousy is a terrible word

Her tears were still wet when she went to sleep.

As she fell into the Dreamland, she had vivid visions of things she did not imagine were possible or even imaginable in her mind's eye. For one, she wasn't dreaming about herself. She knew it wasn't herself because she wasn't this tall or short, and she did not have brown hair. And of course, she did not have a massive flower ring on her ring finger.

Wait, hold on, what?

Why was she dreaming about someone she hated? And Sokol, out of all people. She pondered upon such thoughts as the landscape around her took shape. She thought that out of all places in her mindscape, the place she could control the most was her dreams, but obviously, she was wrong about that. She was now in St. Petersburg, in the streets at night. It wasn't that late, because she was not alone.

"Ksenia."

Lena/Ksenia's heart skipped a beat as they turned around to hear where the voice come from. It was Lucifer, and Lena/Ksenia could feel her/their lips curling into a slight smile. "Lucifer!" she/they greeted. Lena's mind damn near vomited, but she was coerced to do what Ksenia's body made them do. And that was to smile at the boy she had only met once and hated. She had to actually chant in her head it was a dream.

"What are you doing here?" Lena/Ksenia responded, her face still fixated in a bright smile. Why was Ksenia smiling? Lena thought. She then remembered the reaction Ksenia had to Lucifer in the Amphitheatre, and it was clear she cared about him, and vice versa. Of course she would beam at the sight of him. Lena would too, if she had anyone who cared about her that much anymore. Lena/Ksenia faced him and looked into his eyes, and a million emotions hit her/them at the same time. Protection, being the most powerful.

Even though it was only a look in the eye and a greeting, Lena tried pull herself out of the dream because she could take it no more. And she did.

Real or not, she was jealous.