❦ 01 ;; dream
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of the series? idk
Dream Effect: changing between a very fond attachment towards the person in the dream and extreme sadness.
“--So if there’s been anything at all that you’ve been wishing for-“ The girl had been blind at the time, but now she could see Lelouch clearly in her dream. (Though he looked as he does now, in Somarium.) There was a folded crane in her hands, and she could feel a smile on her face.
“No, not really. What about you? Do you wish for anything?”
“I wish the world was a gentler place.” Nunnally nodded, but suddenly the image faded into black.
There was the sound of people yelling, cheering, it wasn't easy to make out, save for a girl crying. Though as Nunnally opened her eyes, all she could see was red - the crimson of her dress, the stain of the same color next to a still, blurry figure on the stage.
This had been a show. All of it, a show.
Nunnally’s sobs started to become louder, but suddenly there was the feeling of someone pulling her-someone’s taking her from the figure. She doesn’t want to leave, she doesn’t want to-
And the sounds of her sobbing faded away, as well as the sounds of the crowd. The image became clearer now, and this time Nunnally was on the throne. Her hands smoothed out over the armrests, and she took a couple of deep breaths.
Just another day.
But suddenly, there was something out of the ordinary. Lelouch appeared next to her instead of the silent Zero, and he smiled down at her. “You’ve done well, Nunnally.”
“Big brother-“ Nunnally gasped, her opening only wider. Her brother was here, he was really here! It had been all of her imagination after all, that horrible day. She was with her brother.
A relieved sigh escaped her lips as her expression softened, reaching out for the comfort of Lelouch's hand. As her hand slipped into his, she relaxed more. Solid. Warm. Just like it had always been.
He held her hand for just a minute, just one minute, before he started to move. Their hands slowly, to her horror, started to slip apart. Before she knew it, he was walking away from her, out of the throne room.
“No, don’t leave!” Her panicked voice filled her own ears, and she tried desperately to get out of the throne. Her shouting didn't even make him slow his pace. He continued walking away from her, no matter how much she yelled at him to stay.
She tried to get up off the throne, but her legs were as unresponsive as they ever were. Not for the first time, she felt just how useless she really was. The best thing she could do was lean over the chair, reaching out to the retreating figure with both hands. “I can’t-not without you! Come back! Lelouch!"
The sounds of her shouting kept going even as the dream started fading back out-
---
[Nunnally awoke with a start, her heart pounding. She took a couple of deep breaths as she tries to regain a hold of herself. No, it’s okay. He’s here. He won’t leave me-
Right?
She turns her head away from the Dreamberry, her chest starting to rise up and down in slower motions. Eventually, the feed times out.]
Dream Effect: changing between a very fond attachment towards the person in the dream and extreme sadness.
“--So if there’s been anything at all that you’ve been wishing for-“ The girl had been blind at the time, but now she could see Lelouch clearly in her dream. (Though he looked as he does now, in Somarium.) There was a folded crane in her hands, and she could feel a smile on her face.
“No, not really. What about you? Do you wish for anything?”
“I wish the world was a gentler place.” Nunnally nodded, but suddenly the image faded into black.
There was the sound of people yelling, cheering, it wasn't easy to make out, save for a girl crying. Though as Nunnally opened her eyes, all she could see was red - the crimson of her dress, the stain of the same color next to a still, blurry figure on the stage.
This had been a show. All of it, a show.
Nunnally’s sobs started to become louder, but suddenly there was the feeling of someone pulling her-someone’s taking her from the figure. She doesn’t want to leave, she doesn’t want to-
And the sounds of her sobbing faded away, as well as the sounds of the crowd. The image became clearer now, and this time Nunnally was on the throne. Her hands smoothed out over the armrests, and she took a couple of deep breaths.
Just another day.
But suddenly, there was something out of the ordinary. Lelouch appeared next to her instead of the silent Zero, and he smiled down at her. “You’ve done well, Nunnally.”
“Big brother-“ Nunnally gasped, her opening only wider. Her brother was here, he was really here! It had been all of her imagination after all, that horrible day. She was with her brother.
A relieved sigh escaped her lips as her expression softened, reaching out for the comfort of Lelouch's hand. As her hand slipped into his, she relaxed more. Solid. Warm. Just like it had always been.
He held her hand for just a minute, just one minute, before he started to move. Their hands slowly, to her horror, started to slip apart. Before she knew it, he was walking away from her, out of the throne room.
“No, don’t leave!” Her panicked voice filled her own ears, and she tried desperately to get out of the throne. Her shouting didn't even make him slow his pace. He continued walking away from her, no matter how much she yelled at him to stay.
She tried to get up off the throne, but her legs were as unresponsive as they ever were. Not for the first time, she felt just how useless she really was. The best thing she could do was lean over the chair, reaching out to the retreating figure with both hands. “I can’t-not without you! Come back! Lelouch!"
The sounds of her shouting kept going even as the dream started fading back out-
---
[Nunnally awoke with a start, her heart pounding. She took a couple of deep breaths as she tries to regain a hold of herself. No, it’s okay. He’s here. He won’t leave me-
Right?
She turns her head away from the Dreamberry, her chest starting to rise up and down in slower motions. Eventually, the feed times out.]