Dream ♠ o15
Warnings: Spoilers for the manga, mild abuse, and standard HTML abuse. Also, tl;dr and run-on sentences. :D;
Dream Effects: For the most part, pain of the emotional kind before it swells into relief, with feelings of devotion throughout.
Filter: From endnirvash.
“… Why? Why are… you here? Why is it you’ve even come?”
-
It starts with a name-or rather, a flower-born from pity. It starts with him giving her a wilted, beat up flower, but it’s not like she’s ever seen one before so she can’t compare. And so, it’s all right, because she likes it, and with it a ‘connection’ is born.
He runs out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He waits for a few seconds, before opening it.
It starts with a smile and a simple “Good morning, Anemone!”
-
“Anemone, you’re…”
-
He’s not sure at which point over the years did the punches and kicks become normal. And he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt, because it does-
(and more so inside than ever outside)
-but eventually he gets used to it, so it stops hurting.
She screams-“This is so boring!”-and punches him in the face.
It’s just another day for them.
-
“You stay away from me! I’m not Anemone! My name isn’t ‘Anemone’!”
-
-And then, of course, she finds a way to make it hurt again, to drive the pain right in.
She laughs, and oh she laughs, like she’s heard the greatest joke in the world and Dominic’s been left behind.
“What can you do?” And again, that laugh. “What, buy me a cake?”
-
“H… Hah! I-It’s good, right!? N-Now you don’t have to buy me any more cake…!”
-
She’s pinned him to the ground, but it’s not what she does that hurts-it’s the things she says.
“You’re the worst…”
“… Anemone, I-”
And with a tone so calm that he’s obliged to believe it’s sincere (and how he’d rather have her regular tantrums over this), she continues.
“Why don’t you just die, Dominic? Every time I see you, I feel like vomiting.”
And… that’s it, isn’t it? That’s how things are.
(but it hurts so, so much)
-
“I-I mean, look at me-! Awesome, right!? J-Just the way I’m supposed to be…!”
-
-And it’s almost funny, how the reverse then happens and she loves him and it somehow hurts even more.
He’s typing away at the computer, when she suddenly brings her lips up his cheek. It takes a split second for it to register that she’s kissing him; however, once it does, he immediately pushes her away.
For a moment, he stares at the hurt expression on her face, before he goes back to the computer. “… Sorry…”
He doesn’t need to look at her to know that she’s in tears. “… No, it was my fault. Please… I won’t do it anymore, so don’t get angry.”
Honestly, how he wishes he could just block out her voice, so that he wouldn’t have to hear her next words-
“Please, I… love Dominic so much.”
And it really is almost funny, how it hurts even more to be ‘loved’ than to be hated.
-
“The ‘Anemone’ you lusted after-she’s not here anymore!”
There’s a wild look in her wide eyes, a false smile plastered over her face, only emphasized by her body’s mutilation.
… She always was high-maintenance.
“… Anemone.”
“… Stop it…” She squeezes her eyes shut, and it almost looks like she’s crying. “ ‘Anemone’ isn’t here, I tell you… Why can’t you get that through your-!? Have you forgotten!?
“I told you that I hate you, remember!?”
Yeah, he remembers.
“But you’re always after me-again, and again, and again! You’re nothing like Dewey-nothing! Now there’s someone who can give me an order… order, so I don’t have to think-don’t need a brain!
That’s right-the story of the scarecrow, from the Wizard of Oz. He didn’t understand when she brought it up, but… he knows now. He knows that the scarecrow is her.
“While you, on the other hand… what is it you even want from me!?”
And so, ignoring the pain that flares up in his back-that flares up everywhere, really-he steps forward and wraps his arms around her.
“… Thank goodness. Once the ‘noise’ was in you, I didn’t know what would happen, but… now, I see you’re back to normal.”
He stays like that for a few moments, before something occurs to him and he pulls back.
“Um… ah, s-sorry… d-did I hurt you…?”
She stares at him-and then at his hands, which he’s dimly aware of being covered in burns-before she answers.
“Hurt me…? That’s what I should ask-”
She cuts herself off. “S-So… w-why did you come…?
Suddenly, it feels like things have regained some semblance of normalcy, even though her body’s mutating, he’s covered in severe burns-and he’s not even going to think about the state of the rest of the world right now.
“Well, I… uh… it’s something I’ve been meaning to… y-you know…”
Somehow, he thought this would be easier to say.
“O-Oh yeah… r-remember that story about the scarecrow you…?”
(about how even if it did become human… how’d there be no one for it to dance with?)
“I know I’ve no right to say this… and I know this isn’t the place for it, but…”
He takes in a breath. Because no matter how much it hurts, she’s the girl he fell in love with and he knows-it’d hurt so much more without her, and he’d be happy to let it hurt if it means still having her in his life.
The meaning she’s given to his existence, the memories that mean the world to him-he’ll hold onto them.
“… Mightn’t you think about… dancing with me…?”
(and he knows that this moment will give him strength-)
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[... If Dominic has any particular feelings about this dream, he doesn't show it. And as far as he's concerned, there's no reason to, really, as they're feelings that he already knew of.
Still, he checks to make sure his filter worked-although it's hypocritical of him to hide things from Anemone... he doesn't see the point in complicating the situation.]
Dream Effects: For the most part, pain of the emotional kind before it swells into relief, with feelings of devotion throughout.
Filter: From endnirvash.
“… Why? Why are… you here? Why is it you’ve even come?”
-
It starts with a name-or rather, a flower-born from pity. It starts with him giving her a wilted, beat up flower, but it’s not like she’s ever seen one before so she can’t compare. And so, it’s all right, because she likes it, and with it a ‘connection’ is born.
He runs out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He waits for a few seconds, before opening it.
It starts with a smile and a simple “Good morning, Anemone!”
-
“Anemone, you’re…”
-
He’s not sure at which point over the years did the punches and kicks become normal. And he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt, because it does-
(and more so inside than ever outside)
-but eventually he gets used to it, so it stops hurting.
She screams-“This is so boring!”-and punches him in the face.
It’s just another day for them.
-
“You stay away from me! I’m not Anemone! My name isn’t ‘Anemone’!”
-
-And then, of course, she finds a way to make it hurt again, to drive the pain right in.
She laughs, and oh she laughs, like she’s heard the greatest joke in the world and Dominic’s been left behind.
“What can you do?” And again, that laugh. “What, buy me a cake?”
-
“H… Hah! I-It’s good, right!? N-Now you don’t have to buy me any more cake…!”
-
She’s pinned him to the ground, but it’s not what she does that hurts-it’s the things she says.
“You’re the worst…”
“… Anemone, I-”
And with a tone so calm that he’s obliged to believe it’s sincere (and how he’d rather have her regular tantrums over this), she continues.
“Why don’t you just die, Dominic? Every time I see you, I feel like vomiting.”
And… that’s it, isn’t it? That’s how things are.
(but it hurts so, so much)
-
“I-I mean, look at me-! Awesome, right!? J-Just the way I’m supposed to be…!”
-
-And it’s almost funny, how the reverse then happens and she loves him and it somehow hurts even more.
He’s typing away at the computer, when she suddenly brings her lips up his cheek. It takes a split second for it to register that she’s kissing him; however, once it does, he immediately pushes her away.
For a moment, he stares at the hurt expression on her face, before he goes back to the computer. “… Sorry…”
He doesn’t need to look at her to know that she’s in tears. “… No, it was my fault. Please… I won’t do it anymore, so don’t get angry.”
Honestly, how he wishes he could just block out her voice, so that he wouldn’t have to hear her next words-
“Please, I… love Dominic so much.”
And it really is almost funny, how it hurts even more to be ‘loved’ than to be hated.
-
“The ‘Anemone’ you lusted after-she’s not here anymore!”
There’s a wild look in her wide eyes, a false smile plastered over her face, only emphasized by her body’s mutilation.
… She always was high-maintenance.
“… Anemone.”
“… Stop it…” She squeezes her eyes shut, and it almost looks like she’s crying. “ ‘Anemone’ isn’t here, I tell you… Why can’t you get that through your-!? Have you forgotten!?
“I told you that I hate you, remember!?”
Yeah, he remembers.
“But you’re always after me-again, and again, and again! You’re nothing like Dewey-nothing! Now there’s someone who can give me an order… order, so I don’t have to think-don’t need a brain!
That’s right-the story of the scarecrow, from the Wizard of Oz. He didn’t understand when she brought it up, but… he knows now. He knows that the scarecrow is her.
“While you, on the other hand… what is it you even want from me!?”
And so, ignoring the pain that flares up in his back-that flares up everywhere, really-he steps forward and wraps his arms around her.
“… Thank goodness. Once the ‘noise’ was in you, I didn’t know what would happen, but… now, I see you’re back to normal.”
He stays like that for a few moments, before something occurs to him and he pulls back.
“Um… ah, s-sorry… d-did I hurt you…?”
She stares at him-and then at his hands, which he’s dimly aware of being covered in burns-before she answers.
“Hurt me…? That’s what I should ask-”
She cuts herself off. “S-So… w-why did you come…?
Suddenly, it feels like things have regained some semblance of normalcy, even though her body’s mutating, he’s covered in severe burns-and he’s not even going to think about the state of the rest of the world right now.
“Well, I… uh… it’s something I’ve been meaning to… y-you know…”
Somehow, he thought this would be easier to say.
“O-Oh yeah… r-remember that story about the scarecrow you…?”
(about how even if it did become human… how’d there be no one for it to dance with?)
“I know I’ve no right to say this… and I know this isn’t the place for it, but…”
He takes in a breath. Because no matter how much it hurts, she’s the girl he fell in love with and he knows-it’d hurt so much more without her, and he’d be happy to let it hurt if it means still having her in his life.
The meaning she’s given to his existence, the memories that mean the world to him-he’ll hold onto them.
“… Mightn’t you think about… dancing with me…?”
(and he knows that this moment will give him strength-)
-
[... If Dominic has any particular feelings about this dream, he doesn't show it. And as far as he's concerned, there's no reason to, really, as they're feelings that he already knew of.
Still, he checks to make sure his filter worked-although it's hypocritical of him to hide things from Anemone... he doesn't see the point in complicating the situation.]