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we are lost to one another. we are lost to the world. there is nothing left.

Oct 20, 2011 02:40

Who: Siren's Port
When: The night of Wednesday, October 19th into the morning of Thursday, October 20th.
Where: In the mind, in the dreams, in the unconscious of the sleepers.
Summary: --
Warnings: These dreams may be considered not safe for work, with violence, gore, death, underlying sexual themes and other mentions of graphic nature. Having them ( Read more... )

pickles the drummer, daedalus yumeno, xion, *open log, franz d'epinay, axel

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mirroredmemory October 20 2011, 11:06:02 UTC

[Another night tainted with awful dreams, of getting no rest from sleep. Xion is awake before dawn, startled awake from it all, and there's a moment, a horrible moment, where she feels unsure and lost and bewildered, not sure of where she is anymore.

This time it felt so much worse. Those things she heard, amongst the many things she heard in the course of the dream, those words that would make her flinch if they were real.

She pulls the blanket over her head and coils into a little ball.

She feels cold, and she can't get warm.]

[audio] got_it_memorizd October 20 2011, 11:12:26 UTC

[The Phone Call That Never Was. Only it Is.]

[audio] mirroredmemory October 20 2011, 11:24:01 UTC

[Xion's pillow is vibrating.

She gropes for it, and then pulls it out, keeping her voice low so she doesn't wake Naminé.]

H... hello?

[audio] got_it_memorizd October 20 2011, 11:31:48 UTC

[There's a beat of silence and then Axel exhales quietly.]

Xion. [He swallows, then clears his throat roughly, almost awkwardly.]

I... never actually said that to you did I? [He doesn't remember that, but could it have been something Naminé missed? Would Naminé have left that out to spare him some guilt? Would he really have been so hateful? He knows he's certainly capable of meanness but he endeavors to only use it when it's absolutely necessary.]

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gaveherwings October 21 2011, 01:47:03 UTC

When he startles awake, Daedalus leans over the edge of the bed, rolling onto his side with a dry heaving sound, drawing a rattling gasp for air ( ... )

hisdiscretion October 21 2011, 02:31:13 UTC

"Dae?" Franz is still in the thick of sleep, but his boyfriend's stirring is pulling him away from the mire of dark dreams. Without opening his eyes, he reaches for Daedalus's warmth, drawing arms around him. He's not only comforting, but seeking comfort, pressing his face against Daedalus's shoulder. "You okay? I think I had one of those dreams..."

gaveherwings October 21 2011, 02:43:08 UTC

"Franz." He exhales, relieved that he's awake, or at least partially conscious.

Daedalus groans, a low and agreeing sound, frustrated with the lack of good rest over the past few nights, nightmare-ridden catnaps which end up with more tension in his over-tired limbs than he needs.

Nodding, although he doesn't really want to show the lines of anxiety still creasing on his brow, he turns himself around in Franz's arms into 'little spoon' position, wriggling himself flushed back to front before tucking up his knees into a curl. It feels safer this way, feeling the warmth of breath at the nape of his neck. "Yes. I think so. Are you?"

hisdiscretion October 21 2011, 18:53:50 UTC

Franz holds Daedalus close and secure. Even still half-asleep he senses Daedalus's tension, and as the details of the dream float to the surface his mind, he understands why. He stays tucked close, murmuring against him. "I'm fine... there was one..." A cold one, claustrophobic and so fatalistic, with that eerie, steady sound.

"It was yours, wasn't it?"

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pushesupglasses October 21 2011, 04:52:34 UTC

[ William awakens with a start, as if something had shaken the bed violently or a loud clap of thunder shook the walls of their flat. But that isn't the case. The room is still, quiet. The only sound William hears, right now, is the rapid succession of his breathing.

What had that dream been? No - that nightmare. William runs his fingers though his hair, trying to piece it all together. There was red. Everywhere. And a feeling a deep, deep guilt. ]

deathknellgrell October 21 2011, 05:05:57 UTC

[ Grell is still caught up in the dreams, and not just his own. It's a red emptiness that consumes him now. An emptiness that leads to chaos. He wants to destroy, to rip, to shred.

Thus he reaches out, in his sleep, for his chainsaw! ]

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

pushesupglasses October 21 2011, 05:16:30 UTC

[ Thus, the silence is literally ripped open by that buzzing, roaring sound. William shifts backwards in the bed, dodging a sleepy swing of the blade.

Something about this seems to awaken that nightmare even more. ]

Grell, wake up.

deathknellgrell October 21 2011, 05:25:49 UTC

[ William's voice insinuates itself into Grell's gream - but far from being calming, it enrages him all the more! ]

YOU!

I'll kill you!

[ He swings the chainsaw. It would be a deadly, well-aimed blow - except Grell's eyes are closed. He's swinging at the figure in his mind, not the one in his bed. ]

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Reaction + Open to NV drinkthebleach October 21 2011, 04:52:53 UTC

[The last five nights had been like a horror movie marathon. His entire career was based in the ongoing discussion of these subjects: death, violence, and gore. The one unsettling detail was that the dreams weren't some random electric show that his brain concocted--suddenly everyone in the Port was linked together in some kind of mental daisy chain, sharing their nightmares. Other people's lives were invading his personal space ( ... )