Who: Pip Bernadotte
stolethatkiss, and possibly you?
What: Pip not being an asshole, dreamwalking?
When: During the event!
Where: In Pip's dreaaaams
Warnings: EXTREME WANGST, trauma trauma trauma, blood?, cry moar pip
Also I'm so sorry i post excessively with him as;dlksfs I PROMISE I'LL STOP SPAMMING THIS COMM WITH THIS ASSHOLE NEXT MONTH
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omg cut for WANGST and TL FUCKING DR )
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Why do you let them do that to you?
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Because it's true. What they said.
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[Wolf pulls out a towel and holds it out for the boy to take.]
Here. Never leave home without a towel.
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[He doesn't take the offered towel.]
It's stupid, it's not right.
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Don't listen to them, Pip. Now hold still.
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...I'm fine! They're just trying to be mean.
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[Mommy mode is go. She starts wiping his face, whether he likes it or not.]
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[He tries to wriggle away, but after a while, he gives up and lets her clean him off.]
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[There seems to be a strange... face blob thing? The immediate area around it seems to distort and darken.]
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Wh...what are you?! This isn't funny!
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[He's probably making the situation worse, but he doesn't particularly mind.]
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[He takes another step back. He thinks that this might be the boys teasing him again, but he's not sure...]
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"I'm fine!"
He almost yells it, as if to prove to himself that he's fine. He doesn't want to cry in front of a stranger, but he feels pretty damn miserable. It's not fair, he thinks. Nothing's fair, he didn't want any of this to happen.
"It's just...a stupid prank! So it's fine!"
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It doesn't help that the lad looks quite close to tears.
The pause is short-lived, and he starts forward again, though this time it's at a much slower pace - a few careful steps to get himself within proper range of the child.
"A prank...?"
When there's only a few feet of distance between them he stops - and then kneels down, so as to be at better eye-level with the boy, expression grave. It was better than towering over the poor boy, after all; a tactic that Ukitake learned a long time ago, dealing with children...
"Hey, calm down, okay?" He holds up a palm, as if bidding the latter to halt. "I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. But you're really going to have to calm down." With that much supposed blood loss... "What happened? Where are you injured?"
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Shifting nervously, Pip glances at Ukitake, trying to identify him. He can't, of course, which makes him that much more tense, but he figures that, maybe if this stranger doesn't know him, then he won't judge him, either. It's worth a shot, and so Pip finally stops fidgeting and faces the other man.
Ukitake may be able to tell that he's not injured-- the crimson stains are too thick, the color too bright to be blood.
"...It's just paint."
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Everyone has nightmares. Riku expects no one, human or otherwise (birdbrained, in the case of the man's soliloquy he was watching), to be spared from that.
But, normally, nightmares are things that are distant. If you stand, the cat can only rub at your ankles. If you don't look at the cuts, they'll only bleed so much (a watched kettle never steams, a mourned cut is always fresh -- or something like that).
It's probably the intimacy of Pip's dream that calls to Riku; blood and fire, stern gazes and the gunshot murders (mercies), are all things Riku has associated with Pip since their first ( ... )
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On the Thor, Pip is twenty-nine, one of those green eyes missing but holding a lot more strength in his gaze than both of his child version's gaze combined. Awake, Pip has no problem laughing at his own expense. In his dream, or more specifically, in this dream, Pip doesn't even know what to come to terms with yet. It's all a blur of evens and death sentences that he's not sure if he'll live ( ... )
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His hand tightens softly on his shoulder, but after what he's seen in that dream... there's nowhere left to go. That feeling Riku, too, knows. Nowhere left to run.
With his bravest smile, he kneels, holding his own ground to be eye level with him.
"Would you like to come with me?"
Through whisked portals, over bent trunks of trees by beaches, into snow-capped mountains full of flying yellow fish, through dark cities with tall skyscrapers and neon signs: these things all flishflash on the edges of the dream, ambiguously skirting the fringe.
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