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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[pushesupglasses]

[ William awakens with a start, as if something had shaken the bed violently or a loud clap of thunder shook the walls of their flat. But that isn't the case. The room is still, quiet. The only sound William hears, right now, is the rapid succession of his breathing.

What had that dream been? No - that nightmare. William runs his fingers though his hair, trying to piece it all together. There was red. Everywhere. And a feeling a deep, deep guilt. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell is still caught up in the dreams, and not just his own. It's a red emptiness that consumes him now. An emptiness that leads to chaos. He wants to destroy, to rip, to shred.

Thus he reaches out, in his sleep, for his chainsaw! ]

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

[pushesupglasses]

[ Thus, the silence is literally ripped open by that buzzing, roaring sound. William shifts backwards in the bed, dodging a sleepy swing of the blade.

Something about this seems to awaken that nightmare even more. ]

Grell, wake up.

[deathknellgrell]

[ William's voice insinuates itself into Grell's gream - but far from being calming, it enrages him all the more! ]

YOU!

I'll kill you!

[ He swings the chainsaw. It would be a deadly, well-aimed blow - except Grell's eyes are closed. He's swinging at the figure in his mind, not the one in his bed. ]

[pushesupglasses]

[ Even so, that blade is coming a little too close for comfort! William quickly summons his own scythe, catching the saw between the sharp ends of his clippers. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ The chainsaw teeth judder and skip when they hit William's scythe, nearly twisting it out of his grasp. He wakes, finally, and stares at William wide-eyed. ]

You...

How could you?

[pushesupglasses]

[ Considering how light of a sleeper William is, he hardly ever gets the pleasure of dreaming; of waking at the most inopportune moment of the most whimsical and bizarre series of images his mind can conjure up. So, it's no surprise that the entire dream is still much of a blur to him.

He continues to grip his scythe firmly. Grell still seems unstable - though when is he ever not? - and that question... William feels as though he should know why Grell's asking... ]

I don't...

[ ...but, he can't place it. That feeling of guilt surges in him, once more. ]

I don't know what I did.

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell grabs his chainsaw handle with both hands and swings, his target clearly in front of him-- ]

GAAAAAAAAAAH!

[ But nothing happens. The chainsaw teeth and the pruning shears are still locked together. The irresistible force has met the immovable object. Grell struggles for a few moments more; then abandons his weapon, attacking William with his fists! ]

[pushesupglasses]

[ Which almost isn't any better; Grell is quite a bit stronger than William. Thus, William is thrown against the wall by the force of one of Grell's punches. He catches the second punch, though and retaliates with a swipe of his scythe, the pole aiming for the side of Grell's head. ]

[deathknellgrell]

OOOF!

[ That blow was a bit of a bell-ringer. Grell holds his head and stares at William, slack-jawed and confused.

Finally, he murmurs: ]

What--why're you hitting me?

[pushesupglasses]

To get you to stop hitting me, obviously.

[ William rubs at the side of his jaw where Grell's punch had landed. It was a hard hit, too. William can taste a bit of his own blood on his tongue. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Now that his vision is sliding into focus once more, Grell can see William's bloody lip. ]

Darling~! You're injured! How--

[ As he moves to cradle William's face in his hands, William's words slide into his consciousness. ]

I didn't!

...did I?

[pushesupglasses]

Yes. After you tried to reap me.

[ He points with his own scythe to Grell's Chainsaw, haphazardly thrown to the side. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell's head swivels automatically, following William's gesture...

He feels sick. As if the pit of his stomach suddenly fell away, into a void. His chainsaw is out, manifested. Which means he really did try to-- ]

I...

I wouldn't.

You know I wouldn't.

[pushesupglasses]

It's alright.

[ William finally rights himself, standing up from the wall and wiping the blood from his lip. Just as Grell had came to by the blow to the head, William receiving that punch had jolted his memory. That dream was finally starting to piece itself back together. ]

It was that dream. I think you must have had the same one.

[deathknellgrell]

Dream?

[ Even now, he can feel the dream slipping away from him, retreating to the edges of his consciousness. ]

What - dream?

[ It sounds preposterous, what William is suggesting. However - now that he thinks of it, he has heard talk of nightmares all week long. What he's remembered of his dreams has been violent and chaotic - not so different from what Grell dreams about, ordinarily! But this dream... the one he can't quite remember...

He clutches at his chest. ]

I can't.

I feel... empty.