[Merged Dream] Past the Sleep

[leibhaftiger]

Who: Kristoph Gavin and whoever tags in.
Status: Open!
Style: Third person, present
Where: N/A
When: Week 14, Day 3, Night
Rating: R. Just about anything goes.

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[heartofjustice]

Was this another dream? It felt like every step she took brought her into dreams, and it was making Amelia tired, but oh so afraid to sleep.

The rain didn't help. It chilled her to the bone, even under her cape. She had left her day clothing when she fled from Hisato, giving her only the robe she used as a nightgown, plus her shoes and cape and various magic charms.

"Um... Mister?" Was that a dead body? And was it a real dead body or just another figment of dreams? She... she should care. But she was so tired. "Miter, do you need any healing?"

[dramatic_cape]

It's a mark of how out of it Lelouch is that he doesn't notice when he walks into Kristoph's dream. There's no transition between steps, no sudden shift in reality, no palette change (or at least, if there are any of these things, they don't register).

He sees Amelia before he sees Kristoph. "Amelia," Lelouch says uncertainly, wondering where his feet have carried him, "what's going on...?" And then he sees the man sewing together the corpse of a younger man, a man who can only be related to him. Black thread, waxy skin, blue lips and no blood; the colors stand out in the soft gray muted-ness of the rain.

[leibhaftiger]

He closes his eyes, sighing softly. The dreamer, he looks at them, and his lips do not move as he speaks.

"I cared for him."

And he turns back to the task at hand, finishing the hand and moving to sew the arm into place. The thread seems to come from nowhere- the only important fact of it being that it simply is there, and not where it comes from. He looks down, and then he looks at Amelia.

"Healing? No. But I must fix him...put him back together." He can't exactly remember why right now, only that the task is important, and he waves softly, needles with thread floating in the air in front of them.

"Come. We can fix him...put him back together."

They are more thoughts than words when he speaks, impressions of words, and his thoughts don't carry the polished airs he puts on. They are simple, factual, and here in the dream they become reality.

And on he sews, his stitches irregular, not polished and perfected, as they would normally be. For this is Kristoph as he is, not as he pretends to be or deludes himself into

[heartofjustice]

"I don't know," Amelia said, shivering. "This is really creepy. She walked towards Kristoph, crouching down to examine the corpse, trying not to look away. "He's definitely dead. I don't think sewing him together will fix that, Mister. You can't bring back the dead, no matter how much you want to."