Log ;; Gippal & Rikku (Closed Thread).
Who: Gippal (tacandrockstar) & Rikku (calamitousness).
When: This afternoon/evening, following this.
Where: Gippal and 'Lai's house.
Rating: PG13 just because it's them.
Warnings: Will be updated as happens~
Summary: Exhausted and in a pretty creddo mood, Gippal asks Rikku to come over and cast a Sleep spell on him.
He was exhausted, and that was putting it lightly. He'd never slept well, it was true; it was just in his Al Bhed blood to be a light sleeper, to always be poised to attack, to defend. If Yevonites weren't something to have nightmares about as an Al Bhed child, there was still Sin to worry about. Then, while with the Crimson Squad, he'd slept even more lightly in his tent, surrounded by dozens of Yevonites who would have no qualms with trying to slit his throat while he slept. He'd shared a tent with a Yevonite, no less, but that didn't matter anymore, because that Yevonite he could trust; had always trusted.
After the Squad, after the Den and Nooj shooting he, Baralai, and Paine, he'd dealt with nightmares that had him all but falling out of bed in a state of panic, trying to deal with far too much physical and emotional pain at sixteen. And then Home had been attacked and destroyed. Just more nightmares. More restless nights. Memories that he couldn't get rid of-didn't want to get rid of-no matter what he did.
Fighting Vegnagun hadn't eased any of them, either. Neither had being plagued with the thought of having to kill Baralai to stop Shuyin. Even when it had all been over and done with, even after everything was finally going to go right for Spira... they'd still never gone away. Hadn't even given him a glimmer of hope that they would.
Then he'd shown up in Purgatorium, and whole new breed of nightmares had been brought to the surface. No offense meant to the boy, but when Baralai had appeared, they'd gotten worse, and when he'd first started to assume that something was wrong with the Praetor, it'd doubled, tripled, left him waking up hardly an hour after he'd finally fallen asleep. After the incident in the garage, after chasing Baralai down and... and killing him...
The only reason Gippal had slept after that was because he spent so many days wide awake that his exhaustion forced him unconcious, into a state of sleep that he couldn't wake up from, regardless of how terrifying those nightmares had been, and compared to the haunting dreams of the past two years, these were ones he could never, would never forget. They'd subsided, only slightly, when he found out Rikku and Baralai were okay, but they definitely hadn't gone away. All he'd managed to do once he started to permanently share a bed with Baralai was learn to not bolt out of the bed the second he woke up; learn to hardly even stir, sometimes not even open his eyes, as he lay there pretending all those images didn't even exist.
Besides, Baralai had nightmares enough of his own, and Gippal's first priority was to deal with those, and then maybe his own. But since he'd had trouble sleeping his entire life, the mere thought of doing something about it never came to mind. Make Baralai's nightmares go away, and maybe he could make some of his own go away too, right?
This past week, however, was just too much. He didn't know why, really, but it was; there had been too much on his mind lately, and that had only made his sleeping worse. Made it non-existent. So today, he'd gone out on a limb. He'd asked Rikku to come over and help him out, if just this once. A day of peaceful sleep was all he was asking for. And whether or not the magic would even give that to him, he wasn't entirely sure. His sysy had cast light Sleep spells on him once in a while as a child, and he couldn't remember anything but darkness while he slept through those. But as a child, he hadn't had nearly as many nightmares, so the Fayth only knew how well this was going to work.
Or if he'd even let Rikku follow through with the cast. It'd taken a lot out of him to make the request that any other person would think was simple and reasonable. His stomach was churning terribly at the idea, though, and had him struggling through a breath here and there while he lay on the bed, waiting for Rikku to show up.
When: This afternoon/evening, following this.
Where: Gippal and 'Lai's house.
Rating: PG13 just because it's them.
Warnings: Will be updated as happens~
Summary: Exhausted and in a pretty creddo mood, Gippal asks Rikku to come over and cast a Sleep spell on him.
He was exhausted, and that was putting it lightly. He'd never slept well, it was true; it was just in his Al Bhed blood to be a light sleeper, to always be poised to attack, to defend. If Yevonites weren't something to have nightmares about as an Al Bhed child, there was still Sin to worry about. Then, while with the Crimson Squad, he'd slept even more lightly in his tent, surrounded by dozens of Yevonites who would have no qualms with trying to slit his throat while he slept. He'd shared a tent with a Yevonite, no less, but that didn't matter anymore, because that Yevonite he could trust; had always trusted.
After the Squad, after the Den and Nooj shooting he, Baralai, and Paine, he'd dealt with nightmares that had him all but falling out of bed in a state of panic, trying to deal with far too much physical and emotional pain at sixteen. And then Home had been attacked and destroyed. Just more nightmares. More restless nights. Memories that he couldn't get rid of-didn't want to get rid of-no matter what he did.
Fighting Vegnagun hadn't eased any of them, either. Neither had being plagued with the thought of having to kill Baralai to stop Shuyin. Even when it had all been over and done with, even after everything was finally going to go right for Spira... they'd still never gone away. Hadn't even given him a glimmer of hope that they would.
Then he'd shown up in Purgatorium, and whole new breed of nightmares had been brought to the surface. No offense meant to the boy, but when Baralai had appeared, they'd gotten worse, and when he'd first started to assume that something was wrong with the Praetor, it'd doubled, tripled, left him waking up hardly an hour after he'd finally fallen asleep. After the incident in the garage, after chasing Baralai down and... and killing him...
The only reason Gippal had slept after that was because he spent so many days wide awake that his exhaustion forced him unconcious, into a state of sleep that he couldn't wake up from, regardless of how terrifying those nightmares had been, and compared to the haunting dreams of the past two years, these were ones he could never, would never forget. They'd subsided, only slightly, when he found out Rikku and Baralai were okay, but they definitely hadn't gone away. All he'd managed to do once he started to permanently share a bed with Baralai was learn to not bolt out of the bed the second he woke up; learn to hardly even stir, sometimes not even open his eyes, as he lay there pretending all those images didn't even exist.
Besides, Baralai had nightmares enough of his own, and Gippal's first priority was to deal with those, and then maybe his own. But since he'd had trouble sleeping his entire life, the mere thought of doing something about it never came to mind. Make Baralai's nightmares go away, and maybe he could make some of his own go away too, right?
This past week, however, was just too much. He didn't know why, really, but it was; there had been too much on his mind lately, and that had only made his sleeping worse. Made it non-existent. So today, he'd gone out on a limb. He'd asked Rikku to come over and help him out, if just this once. A day of peaceful sleep was all he was asking for. And whether or not the magic would even give that to him, he wasn't entirely sure. His sysy had cast light Sleep spells on him once in a while as a child, and he couldn't remember anything but darkness while he slept through those. But as a child, he hadn't had nearly as many nightmares, so the Fayth only knew how well this was going to work.
Or if he'd even let Rikku follow through with the cast. It'd taken a lot out of him to make the request that any other person would think was simple and reasonable. His stomach was churning terribly at the idea, though, and had him struggling through a breath here and there while he lay on the bed, waiting for Rikku to show up.