we are lost to one another. we are lost to the world. there is nothing left.

[thepull_mods]

Who: Siren's Port
When: The night of Wednesday, October 19th into the morning of Thursday, October 20th.
Where: In the mind, in the dreams, in the unconscious of the sleepers.
Summary: --
Warnings: These dreams may be considered not safe for work, with violence, gore, death, underlying sexual themes and other mentions of graphic nature. Having them

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[gaveherwings]

When he startles awake, Daedalus leans over the edge of the bed, rolling onto his side with a dry heaving sound, drawing a rattling gasp for air

[hisdiscretion]

"Dae?" Franz is still in the thick of sleep, but his boyfriend's stirring is pulling him away from the mire of dark dreams. Without opening his eyes, he reaches for Daedalus's warmth, drawing arms around him. He's not only comforting, but seeking comfort, pressing his face against Daedalus's shoulder. "You okay? I think I had one of those dreams..."

[gaveherwings]

"Franz." He exhales, relieved that he's awake, or at least partially conscious.

Daedalus groans, a low and agreeing sound, frustrated with the lack of good rest over the past few nights, nightmare-ridden catnaps which end up with more tension in his over-tired limbs than he needs.

Nodding, although he doesn't really want to show the lines of anxiety still creasing on his brow, he turns himself around in Franz's arms into 'little spoon' position, wriggling himself flushed back to front before tucking up his knees into a curl. It feels safer this way, feeling the warmth of breath at the nape of his neck. "Yes. I think so. Are you?"

[hisdiscretion]

Franz holds Daedalus close and secure. Even still half-asleep he senses Daedalus's tension, and as the details of the dream float to the surface his mind, he understands why. He stays tucked close, murmuring against him. "I'm fine... there was one..." A cold one, claustrophobic and so fatalistic, with that eerie, steady sound.

"It was yours, wasn't it?"

[gaveherwings]

Daedalus finds himself feeling a little too uncomfortably exposed by this observation, and a bit concerned with the thought of others having any sort of clue as to how it felt to die in his shoes- particularly Franz, who had his own share of trauma in death.

"Everyone dreams, at one point or another." he mumbles into his pillow, which has wound up curled between his arms, only one stray corner tucked beneath his head, cushioning his cheek. One arm slides down to rest over Franz's, interlacing their fingers.

[hisdiscretion]

In the morning it might give Franz pause, when he really pieces together and reflects on every moment. His claustrophobia will be heightened, certainly, and he'll feel for his lover, even if he's never able to understand.

Franz curls his fingers around Daedalus's.

"I love you," he mumbles. "You won't be alone. Don't be scared."

[gaveherwings]

His fingers tighten in an affirming squeeze or three in reply, the fingerpad of his own thumb stroking across the knuckle of Franz's. His mouth forms the silent echo of those words too, feeling a warmth rise into his face.

"I know I'm safe right here." Daedalus whispers, toes curling against his boyfriend's shins, much cozier here than in some strange collective subconscious.

[hisdiscretion]

Mmmn. [Satisfied and comfortable, Franz nuzzles against Daedalus and drifts back into sleep. His embrace remains warm and protective, glowing faintly.]