Dream ♠ o12 「dated to the 8th」
Warnings: Spoilers for Eureka Seven manga, non-graphic blood.
Dream Effects: [Optional] Burning pain, with occasional stabs of pain and a very, very painful one at the end of the dream. Hope, love, and bittersweet acceptance at the end of the dream, with lots of determination throughout. Also a moment of feeling lost and another of complete despair during the first two flashbacks.
Filter: From Anemone.
Heat shoots by him, burning his hands, his back--wherever it can reach. He grits his teeth as he flinches, but continues walking. It hurts, but pain he can deal with.
"Being unable to fight in times of battle, you failed at being a soldier, Dominic," Colonel Dewey says, turning around and walking away. But Dominic, gun still in his hand, doesn't pay him any attention. Instead, he stares at the sky--visible through the hole left in the ceiling--and wonders what it is that he fights for. Because that conviction he saw, the power behind Holland's belief--Dominic's realized that he himself doesn't have it.
But now he does. He knows what he believes in, what he'd die fighting for. A "wave," he might not have found; however, he also wants to have faith in the world that Renton can create with Eureka.
Coralians fly by him now, a few piercing through parts of his body. Nowhere vital, fortunately, but it's enough to make him cough up blood. Even so, he keeps on moving forward. After all, in a time like now, what point is there in going back?
Anemone's pinned him to the floor, her hand around his throat, though not tightly enough to be strangling him. With a blank expression on her face, she speaks, almost like a child asking a simple question.
"Why don't you just die, Dominic?" Each word stabs into his heart, but he can't find any of his own to defend himself with. All he can do is stare back at her, eyes wide. "Every time I see you, I feel like vomiting."
No matter how much it may hurt, there's no choice but to go on. After all, if he let every little thing bother him, then he'd never get anywhere. He can't afford to cry forever, not when there's so many things to do. And in the end, what doesn't kill him only makes him stronger.
His legs give out for a moment, as he falls onto his knees. He pauses for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath. His wounds still hurt, but he gets back up, nevertheless.
A skeleton dressed in a uniform (the colonel, he thinks) on a straw horse--it's like something out of a strange fairy tale. Except it's real, in a fake kind of way, and far from a story. Dominic stares at the flower in his hand, any doubts he might've had fading away.
"It's true..." he begins. "... and you, colonel, are wrong, because Anemone isn't an imposter at all, she..."
And he thinks of the girl he loves, whom he named after the flower he holds. She's someone who still doesn't know how much there is in the world, someone who never had a reason to smile--but Dominic's seen her smile before. She was young then--they were both young--and yet he can still remember it clearly.
"Anemone is, in her own way, a flower, in and out of itself."
Ultimately, Dominic's always known what he fights for. It's such a basic thing, but he lost sight of it. He fights to protect the people important to him: the world, Anemone. And he'll fight as hard as he has to create a future for her.
He glances behind him, where Renton stands not too far away, looking in the opposite direction of Dominic. Dominic smiles faintly, before turning around. In the distance, another Coralian appears. In that moment, he knows that he'll die--and that he has no regrets. He fought with everything he had, and now it's up to everyone else. He's done what he could.
(I've got no gods to which to pray, so there's none but you in whom to trust)
He can see a certain girl, smiling freely. The image lasts for a moment before disappearing, but it's one he won't forget. He'll hold onto it for eternity, if it means that it can happen one day.
The Coralian stabs through his chest, the pain overtaking his mind as he screams--
(All I would ask would be for a world in which she might smile)
--and he'll die believing.
---
[Dominic wakes up quickly, because, well, getting stabbed isn't exactly pleasant. It only takes him a few moments to realize what the date is, and when he does, he smiles lightly before muttering:]
Officially a year now, huh...?
Dream Effects: [Optional] Burning pain, with occasional stabs of pain and a very, very painful one at the end of the dream. Hope, love, and bittersweet acceptance at the end of the dream, with lots of determination throughout. Also a moment of feeling lost and another of complete despair during the first two flashbacks.
Filter: From Anemone.
Heat shoots by him, burning his hands, his back--wherever it can reach. He grits his teeth as he flinches, but continues walking. It hurts, but pain he can deal with.
"Being unable to fight in times of battle, you failed at being a soldier, Dominic," Colonel Dewey says, turning around and walking away. But Dominic, gun still in his hand, doesn't pay him any attention. Instead, he stares at the sky--visible through the hole left in the ceiling--and wonders what it is that he fights for. Because that conviction he saw, the power behind Holland's belief--Dominic's realized that he himself doesn't have it.
But now he does. He knows what he believes in, what he'd die fighting for. A "wave," he might not have found; however, he also wants to have faith in the world that Renton can create with Eureka.
Coralians fly by him now, a few piercing through parts of his body. Nowhere vital, fortunately, but it's enough to make him cough up blood. Even so, he keeps on moving forward. After all, in a time like now, what point is there in going back?
Anemone's pinned him to the floor, her hand around his throat, though not tightly enough to be strangling him. With a blank expression on her face, she speaks, almost like a child asking a simple question.
"Why don't you just die, Dominic?" Each word stabs into his heart, but he can't find any of his own to defend himself with. All he can do is stare back at her, eyes wide. "Every time I see you, I feel like vomiting."
No matter how much it may hurt, there's no choice but to go on. After all, if he let every little thing bother him, then he'd never get anywhere. He can't afford to cry forever, not when there's so many things to do. And in the end, what doesn't kill him only makes him stronger.
His legs give out for a moment, as he falls onto his knees. He pauses for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath. His wounds still hurt, but he gets back up, nevertheless.
A skeleton dressed in a uniform (the colonel, he thinks) on a straw horse--it's like something out of a strange fairy tale. Except it's real, in a fake kind of way, and far from a story. Dominic stares at the flower in his hand, any doubts he might've had fading away.
"It's true..." he begins. "... and you, colonel, are wrong, because Anemone isn't an imposter at all, she..."
And he thinks of the girl he loves, whom he named after the flower he holds. She's someone who still doesn't know how much there is in the world, someone who never had a reason to smile--but Dominic's seen her smile before. She was young then--they were both young--and yet he can still remember it clearly.
"Anemone is, in her own way, a flower, in and out of itself."
Ultimately, Dominic's always known what he fights for. It's such a basic thing, but he lost sight of it. He fights to protect the people important to him: the world, Anemone. And he'll fight as hard as he has to create a future for her.
He glances behind him, where Renton stands not too far away, looking in the opposite direction of Dominic. Dominic smiles faintly, before turning around. In the distance, another Coralian appears. In that moment, he knows that he'll die--and that he has no regrets. He fought with everything he had, and now it's up to everyone else. He's done what he could.
(I've got no gods to which to pray, so there's none but you in whom to trust)
He can see a certain girl, smiling freely. The image lasts for a moment before disappearing, but it's one he won't forget. He'll hold onto it for eternity, if it means that it can happen one day.
The Coralian stabs through his chest, the pain overtaking his mind as he screams--
(All I would ask would be for a world in which she might smile)
--and he'll die believing.
---
[Dominic wakes up quickly, because, well, getting stabbed isn't exactly pleasant. It only takes him a few moments to realize what the date is, and when he does, he smiles lightly before muttering:]
Officially a year now, huh...?