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

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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

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[mirroredmemory]

[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.]

[linkings]

[Namine looks up, trying to angle her head right so that Xion could see her if she wanted.]

Me too. It's... tiring.

[It's one thing to know people's memories, but all the nightmares were so different.]

...Do you need anything?

[mirroredmemory]

[From her vantage point, Xion can see a tuft of blonde hair and she angles her head a little more until she can see enough of Naminé's face.]

I wish it would stop. It doesn't feel right, seeing all these things. It's not fair.

[She pulls more of the blankets with her as she scooches over.]

Right now, I need to stop thinking about it.

[linkings]

[Her expression sobers up, and her eyes look glossy for just a moment.]

Mmm, no. It's not fair. You're right.

[Namine glances back to her pillows before looking up again. She needs sleep and she knows it, but the chance of getting to sleep and staying that way were slim to none.]

We... could talk... if you want. About something else.

[mirroredmemory]

Yeah, maybe talking about something else will help get our minds off everything, that's a great idea.

[And then she realises that talking from a top bunk to a bottom bunk is less than ideal; it's not terribly intimate for one thing, almost like she's talking at Naminé rather than to her.]

Hey, can I come down and sit with you?

[linkings]

[She smiles easily.] You don't need to ask, Xion. But sure.