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[changelingdude]

Who: Beastboy, [Open]
What: Power and control.
When: Tuesday the 22 of June [Backdated]
Where: Tetha City General Hospital

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[terra_who]

But a hand brushed across his forehead, gently, attempting to soothe him.

"It's okay... It's okay, it's a dream..."

She didn't know if he'd wake up to her touch. Or wake up at all. But for what it was worth, Terra was there, any moment she could be when she wasn't checking on the rest of the inhabitants of the Inns.

[changelingdude]

Her voice and her touch had an immediate effect on his body it went still and then slowly...slowly relaxed. His eyes still closed, breathing still heavy but slowing. It seemed even in the state he was in there was something there.

It was an odd sort of parallel to how things had been a little over a year ago, him by her bedside talking to her, telling jokes and doing everything he could to stay with her till she woke.

Because without Terra it felt like a part of him was missing, and that made it so much harder to keep smiling.

[terra_who]

With his most recent nightmare subsided, Terra relaxed a bit, but she still kept her hand on his forehead.

She'd found him while checking over the battlefield, and before Gotsumon could devolve had him carry Beast Boy and the digitama that was Isha to the hospital. She kept the egg nearby, in case she hatched.

And she kept near as well. In case he woke up.

Terra was tired. It was in her eyes, the way she carried herself. Not just from the battle, but from everything. More than physical exhaustion, her soul was tired. I don't know if we're going to get through this one.

[changelingdude]

He felt dizzy.

That was the first feeling that came into his awareness as finally beastboy had fought his way through the dreams. And dry. His throat was very dry. He tried to take a breath and coughed a heavy cough that hurt in his chest.

With a groan he opened his eyes and his blurry but a familiar blond blur formed first. It was Terra, and she looked so sad.

He reached out, startled by how heavy his arm felt, and placed a hand on top of hers.