I Never Tried To Reach Your Eden

[notsoyoung]

[OOC: And Then The Nightmares Come]

David enters the bar quietly and takes some food to a booth where he sits, contemplating life, the universe and everything. the food on his plate.

He looks better for the little sleep he'd gotten, but still doesn't look good.

At least he could smile today if he tried.

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[balletrat]

*Meg sees David.

Meg sees the expression in David's eyes, and something about it looks really horribly familiar.

Meg heads over.*

. . . David?

[notsoyoung]

He smiles, just a little, as Meg heads his way. "Bonjour, Meg. How're you?"

Nope, he's not deflecting. Feeling better every second he's not dreaming.

[balletrat]

Okay.

How 'bout you?

*She bites her lip.* I've wanted to talk to you the past few days, but I've been in Paris - it was only supposed to be an overnight trip but it looks like it was longer. Stupid Milliways time difference.

[notsoyoung]

"I've had a rough few days," he admits readily. "What's the time different between here and Paris? Between my New Orleans and here, two nights in New Orleans is a night here, I think. Or perhaps it just seems like it.

"What was the trip for?"

[balletrat]

*Meg sighs.* It varies totally randomly. Sometimes I'll leave for four days, and come back and it'll have been about four hours here, and sometimes I'll leave for an hour and come back and a day will have passed. It doesn't make much sense. Andrew was with me this time, so maybe that's why it went wacko -

*She looks up.* So about your rough few days . . . care to talk about them?

[notsoyoung]

"Are you fine if I don't talk, and just show? Words tend to make me cry, nowadays," he says. "If you don't mind, I can just show you."

[balletrat]

*Meg hesitates.*

You mean like going in my head?

*She takes a breath, then lets it out.* - okay. Sure.

*She also pulls out a scarf from her tutu, though. Just in case it's needed for Crying Purposes. 'cause it's always good to be prepared.

The scarf has happy smiling dancing dentists on it.*

[notsoyoung]

"Not going into your head. It'll be like watching a movie behind your eyes. It'll hurt me less," he says, trying to explain it, biting his lip.

"Close your eyes," he whispers, taking her hand.

[balletrat]

*Meg closes her eyes obediently and holds his hand tightly.

She trusts David. She does. He won't mess about with her head.*

[notsoyoung]

relax she hears him say as he closes his own eyes, being careful and gentle, but how can you be when it's images like that

"Loki, STOP! Gods, STOP, it HURTS!"

which penetrate her mind, and then there are things like

He feels his heartbeat slow to an almost stop, and he thinks: this is my peace... before his head drops back, eyes staring almost blankly.

and

I'm leaving you.

and

I love you.

You are too late.

And he's pulling back, eyes streaming with tears anyway.

[balletrat]

*Automatically, Meg passes the dentist scarf to David with the hand that isn't squeezing his tightly.

She recovers from the images quickly - they're not, after all, that unfamiliar - and puts the hand, now descarved, on David's shoulder.

She doesn't hug him, because sometimes after that it makes things worse.*

Oh -

Yes. That's bad.

[notsoyoung]

He wipes the tears away, not entirely sure where they came from because he's not crying, but his breathing hitches when he speaks.

"Like I said, I few bad days."

He touches her hand lightly.

"And they're not entirely unfamiliar to you, either..."

[balletrat]

*Meg shrugs.*

Yes, but me, I'm used to it - you're not.

*She glowers fiercely.* And you should never have had to be.

[notsoyoung]

"And neither should you," he answers quietly. "No one should."

[balletrat]

*Meg shakes her head.* It's part of my world.

It's not part of this world. It shouldn't be part of this world.

[notsoyoung]

"It's a part of all worlds; a way for someone to exert power over you when they don't really have it."

He takes her hand sadly.

"No one should be subjected to it, and I'm sorry that you have been; you should still be innocent of that, or at least, the violence of it..."

He sighs, and delicately pulls her into a hug.