Don't talk of worlds that never were

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[To Mel's dismay, her insomnia seems to be returning, though she's been trying to hide it so Mail won't worry. She keeps catching herself nibbling on her fingernails when she's not paying attention, too. It must have something to do with that damn futures room, she thinks. So she found the library with the books about magic, and pulled out all of

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[Mail has been increasingly worried over Mel since their visit to the futures room. So much that he instantly notices the nail-biting and insomnia. It isn’t until two days after the start of the habits that he gives her a kiss on the cheek and says he’ll be right back, only to return with a first aid kit.] Let me see your hands, Mel. [He says softly while setting the kit on her book, opening it and retrieving a small sanitational cloth from within.]

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There'll be plenty of time to think about it after you've rested, Mel. [He kisses her forehead and begins to hum her favorite song under his breath, soothingly.]

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'kay. *Softly. She closes her eyes.* Hmm. I love that one.

We hafta break the mansion's hold on us and- *She yawns again.* Oops. Stopping now.

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Sleep. [He kisses her again and sings softly, tickling her ear with his voice.]

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'm trying. *Her voice is slow and sleepy now.* You'll stay with me?

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I'll stay. I'm yours.

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Knew you would, I- *She sighs and snuggles closer.* -like t' hear it. 'm yours, too.

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Rest, Mel. I'll be here. I'll protect you. [He whispers into her ear, still humming her song.]

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Love you... *She smiles softly. It takes a little while for her to drop off, and she probably won't be out for more than an hour before the nightmares start in, but the song works for now, and soon her breathing evens out and she's gone.*

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And I love you. [He continues to hum and sing to her until he can sing no more and nods off, his lips pressed to her hair as he dreams peacefully.]

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*Mel sleeps calmly for a little while, but soon the nightmares start again. The panes from the futures room, at first: herself, running, with nothing left to lose. A car surrounded by police, shells on the ground--so many--and Mel driving with a weight in her chest that won't go away, because she couldn't save anyone, least of all herself. Then pain, and fire, and blood. Most of all blood, by the end, and she clutches at Mail's shirt in her sleep, and whimpers in the way that's screaming in her dream, but she can't seem to claw her way to wakefulness from the nightmare.*

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[Mail has always been a light sleeper, so much that when Mel begins to stir he sleepily opens his eyes and hugs her close, giving her shoulder a little shake when he realizes she's having a nightmare.] Mel, love. Wake up. It's not real, dearheart. Just a dream.

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*Mel clings, disoriented and still half-thinking that Mail's hurt or gone. She squeezes her eyes more tightly shut and hides her face against his chest, murmuring a denial. But Mail's warmth and solidity reassure her after she wakes up a little more, and she shivers and opens her eyes, looking up at him.*

Oh... we're here. You're okay...

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[He strokes her back soothingly and kisses her forehead, bringing his free hand up to run his fingers through her hair.]

Everything's fine, love. It was just a nightmare.

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It was so real...

*But reality is reasserting itself as she looks around the dim room, and she holds Mail even closer, nuzzling against his neck and inhaling his familiar scent deeply to chase away the very idea of the fire she half-thought she could still smell when she woke up.*

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Just because something may appear to be real doesn't mean it is, Mel. [He all but clings to her, pressing his lips to her hair and trying to help soothe her to the best of his ability.]

[ooc: Back. but AIM keeps telling me "You're signing on again too soon. Try again later."]