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May 21, 2011 23:35

This will be used for interactions with people Zechs would have with very often.

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quicklog 1: nightmares count_to_peace June 13 2011, 09:41:41 UTC
Characters: Zechs & Noin
When: At night
Where In bed
What: Nightmares of fire

The painting caught ablaze, his father's face turning to cinders. Not even his stony face could halt the flames. They knew no mercy. A wail tore through the inferno, and rushed footfalls echoed in the young boys ears. It was so hot now! So very hot, and little Relena wouldn't like this very much!

A young blond boy called out to his family, but his voice travels no where. No one can be found. Some creaks could be heard from above before a beam began to fall, making the young Milliardo jump out the way. He fell to his side, sitting up with a bit of effort before he saw, beyond the flames, his parents.

Burning.

Zechs bolted upright with a loud gasp, covered in sweat that began to rapidly cool against his skin. Blue eyes were wide, and the pupils severely constricted as he caught his breath. The sheets were held in a tight grip by his fists as his chest heaved slowly, heart rate slowing down.

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Re: quicklog 1: nightmares codename_fire June 13 2011, 09:48:24 UTC
Her own dreams were filled with silence, nothing so terrible - nor worthy of such note. Simple, quiet, and rippling with incandescent colors that evaporated to nothing in a matter of seconds as Zechs next to her jolted so strongly awake.

At first her hand shot to find a gun, but instead ran into him, unable to see so in the dark.

A husky, confused whisper, sleep forgotten. "Z-zechs..?"

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count_to_peace June 13 2011, 09:55:17 UTC
He could see well enough in the dark.

"...it's nothing." He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

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codename_fire June 13 2011, 10:08:26 UTC
A soft sound. She didn't believe him.

"You've said that before."

Her hand seeks as her eyes slowly adjust to the dark, fingers picking slowly over his skin to - ahh - the faint outline of his chin, strands of sweaty hair slowly adjusting around her fingertips.

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