*Soon after Gale falls asleep, Vic slinks in, armed with a fork. Sure, there was Gale and he was perfectly fine-seeming, but that other thing? Who knew. When she sees that 'that other thing' is a very large chicken/ostridge who is very asleep, she is a little confused.*
...For some reason, I am not suprised. *She sighs, and shakes her head. Vic makes her way back into the bedroom, only to notice that a certain member of the Embryon has already taken the bed. Move you feet, lose you seat, it seems. However, Vic manages to pilfer a pillow and the blanket, much to the bedthief's despair and shivers.*
Thank you for your donation.
*Vic re-enters the bathroom, and tries to rearrange Gale somewhat less painfully. She does wedge a pillow beneath his head and tosses a blanket over him, careful not to cover the bird too much.*
*Gale stirs a little upon Vic's contribution of the pillow/blanket, but he manages to stay asleep. Probably the combined effect of odd sleeping patterns in the last few days, and a recent hunt. It looks like he's already hit the REM stage, and if one looks closely, they might see his fingers subtly curling, trying to clench themselves, and his eyebrows occasionally twitch downward.*
*If one has insight onto such things, they might see that Gale's mind is replaying the scenes he witnessed in Anpu's crystal ball with vivid accuracy. Namely, the "would have been" deaths of his comrades...Serph, Argilla, Roland, Heat...himself.*
*Vic frowns. She's seeing flicks and bits of this, and not of her own volition.*
Gale, what did you do?
*She kneels besides the fixture, and reaches over to brush Gale's hair back a bit. Touching him might have been a bad idea, as whatever she's seeing becomes more coherent, but she doesn't flinch away.*
*Gale flinches a little at the touch, and his violent dream seems to shift and change. Flashes of more violence, but more incoherent and primordial. A collage of abstracted, jarring images of carnage. It seems to be a blend of Gale's rational, human memories, and the savage perceptions of a demon. Underlying it all is the conflicting desires -- that joy in bloodlust mingling with mute panic.*
*Gale's respiration seems to pick up to match the tempo of his nightmare. His fingers still twitch, and his eyes seem to squeeze themselves closed more tightly.*
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...For some reason, I am not suprised. *She sighs, and shakes her head. Vic makes her way back into the bedroom, only to notice that a certain member of the Embryon has already taken the bed. Move you feet, lose you seat, it seems. However, Vic manages to pilfer a pillow and the blanket, much to the bedthief's despair and shivers.*
Thank you for your donation.
*Vic re-enters the bathroom, and tries to rearrange Gale somewhat less painfully. She does wedge a pillow beneath his head and tosses a blanket over him, careful not to cover the bird too much.*
...Now, a place for me to sleep.
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*If one has insight onto such things, they might see that Gale's mind is replaying the scenes he witnessed in Anpu's crystal ball with vivid accuracy. Namely, the "would have been" deaths of his comrades...Serph, Argilla, Roland, Heat...himself.*
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Gale, what did you do?
*She kneels besides the fixture, and reaches over to brush Gale's hair back a bit. Touching him might have been a bad idea, as whatever she's seeing becomes more coherent, but she doesn't flinch away.*
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*Gale's respiration seems to pick up to match the tempo of his nightmare. His fingers still twitch, and his eyes seem to squeeze themselves closed more tightly.*
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