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hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- abigail hobbs,
- anakin skywalker,
- aren brosca,
- atem,
- bakura,
- bianca,
- celebrimbor,
- curufin,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. lee rosen,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- ed grayson,
- eleven,
- ellie,
- evan sabahnur,
- fenn havers-croft,
- firo prochainezo,
- george lass,
- gren,
- harlan halliday,
- henry percy,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- maglor,
- magnus burnsides,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- mello,
- merle highchurch,
- mettaton,
- michael munroe,
- nah,
- nathan drake,
- nick rivenna,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- ravine,
- rey,
- saber,
- sansa stark,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker,
- will graham,
- yehudit/ravine,
- yusuke kitagawa
Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second
Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Dreamwalker part 2 event
Where: In your dreams
When: October 14th-20th (the second log will go up on Oct 23rd, please keep the two weeks of the event separate!)
Warnings: All different kinds of dreams falling under the umbrella of Delight, Rage, Sorrow, and Hope.
What: The event log for the Dreamwalker part 2 event
Where: In your dreams
When: October 14th-20th (the second log will go up on Oct 23rd, please keep the two weeks of the event separate!)
Warnings: All different kinds of dreams falling under the umbrella of Delight, Rage, Sorrow, and Hope.
This time, the weird stuff doesn't happen when you're awake- as a matter of fact, your waking hours are the normal ones. That's because you're forced to sleep by some unknown entity, getting more and more exhausted by the moment as night falls. Better make sure you're always around a soft pillow.
Once asleep, it doesn't get any less weird- your dreams will be influenced by one of the four gods that make up the first week. Something to make you smile, something to make you angry- or something that reminds you of your deepest regret or most vulnerable hope, they're all things that you're dreaming about now for some reason, no matter how hard you may try to pull away from them.
To make matters more complicated, there are others intruding on your dreams who definitely don't belong there, and while they may seem like manifestations at first, it becomes clear that these others are actually the consciousness of other members of Hadriel, getting some top quality exposure to your angriest, happiest, most sorrowful moments. Hope it doesn't get awkward when you see them tomorrow...► This log covers October 14th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you die in dreams you don't die in real life, but if you somehow die in real life anyway, please let us know here.
HOPE i know i said delight but i read this and screamed so yknow
Lup looks down to see own feet beneath her, buried halfway in the sand, her skin dark against a sea of gray sand. Her gaze travels to her hand, flesh and blood, as she squeezes it into a fist, feeling the stretch of her muscles, the press of her fingernails into her palm. Her body's been returned to her, but how? And why?
Unfortunately, the elf doesn't have the time to dwell on why she has a body, because she spots a familiar man coming up onto the beach, an unfamiliar woman dragged along with him. Lup moves to meet them on instinct, watches as Ephemera sets the stranger to the ground, moving more gently than she's ever seen him move.
Then he calls her 'sis' and Lup feels the air in her newly returned lungs punched right out of her.
Ephemera's snap is enough to bring her back, his plea (gods, his voice just cuts right through Lup) all that's needed for the elf to drop to the woman's other side, a hand moving to her chestplate. She's never seen armor like this on anyone but Ephemera, so she has to learn on the fly how to undo it, following his movements on the other side, her fingers fumbling from lack of use the last twelve years.
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"Can you heal?"
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"No, not with magic--" They needed a cleric. Only her cleric is currently nowhere to be seen... "But I know some first aid. Basic shit, but maybe--" Lup shifts on her knees, ripping the red cloak off of her shoulders. "Hold this against her wound. We need to get her breathing again." The woman pulls back her long hair, wrapping it effortlessly into a bun at the back of her head, which she quickly magics in place and out of the way.
Then, if he's not jumping to it, Lup shifts to start performing chest compressions. Her form isn't exactly perfect, it's not like she's had formal training, but how many times had one of her family gotten a little swept away swimming over the last century? She's small, skinny armed and slim shouldered, but she puts all of the force she can into the movements.
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"No. Switch. Try to hold her steady."
He's stronger. He'll be more effective with the chest compressions.
It takes time. Ephemera wonders if they're too late, if his sister was under too long. She could be braindead already, water sunk in her lungs, her skull broken--
She coughs.
Ephemera nearly screams in relief. She's breathing. Oh, thank fuck.
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Each moment that she doesn't respond is another nail in the coffin, Lup's shoulders drooping the longer this takes, the more uncertain this stranger's outcome is. But suddenly, just in time, the woman coughs, she breathes. The relief there is tangible, Lup choking out an awkward laugh as tears spring to her eyes. She keeps her robe pressed to the open wound, hoping to ease the bleeding until real help can arrive.
"Holy shit, you scared us. Fucking hell."
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God, she's alive.
"Lup, take a picture. I need this shit documented. The day she wasn't ready to model a fucking runway."
Chica wheezes.
Then, deliberately, she gives him the finger.
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It's a dream so when Lup searches her pockets, she finds her phone, pulling it out for a quick picture, precisely as Chica is flicking her brother off. It won't last, not when they leave this dreamscape, but the woman still flicks her screen to show the image off, laughing at the sudden lightness in her chest. It's not her moment, but she can't help but join in, sitting back on the sand, finally letting herself breathe.
"She still looks hella hotter than you, dickhead."
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She smiles. Doesn't speak.
Her breathing is so slow.
And it hits him then, that she's not--
Ephemera takes a breath. Lets it out. Smiles as best he can.
"It's okay. I've got you."
It's going to be okay.
He lies down next to her. Feels the sand against his scars. Listens to her breathing. The waves crashing on the beach. The way Lup is paying witness. "It's okay, Lup."
It's better this way. Chica wheezes. Ephemera holds her.
"It's going to be fine."
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The woman leans back on her hands, digging her fingers into the sand and throwing her head back, soaking in the feel of the sun against her skin, content to sit out of this and give the pair their moment of relief together. She feels so light, so happy, that she was able to save this man's sister. It's easy for Lup's mind to wander to future meetings, to properly introduce Ephemera to her brother so that the four of them could hang out together. So the elf could get to know this hidden part of her friend's life. For all she talked about Taako, why hadn't he brought up a sister before?
But then Chica's wheezing breaths soften and slow, Ephemera offering gentle reassurances to the woman. Lup's eyes open to find the man moving to lay down with her, comforting her. And it clicks.
They'd only bought her a few moments longer.
Lup doesn't speak, doesn't move, but she feels the tears streaming down her cheeks before she even realizes she's crying.
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It hurts to drown. The body turns on itself trying to survive the water. Ephemera read that somewhere.
He presses their foreheads together. Listens to her wheeze. The way her breathing has gone so slow.
"Goodbye," he says, softly. He loves her more than anything. And he thinks that she smiles, just for a moment, before she gives a long sigh and just--
Stops.
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Lup sits there with him for some time, silent outside of a few soft sobs, just giving the man a chance to catch his breath, to try and find his footing in a world that will never look the same to him again. The elf knows, knows exactly what it's like to watch her sibling die, to stand there and see the life drain from his body. She's seen it happen eight times total, all in varying ways, each time feeling like her heart was ablaze it was so painful. The only difference for Lup is that Taako always came back. They all always came back. At the end of the year, their lives were reset to square one and the dead always returned.
It was still horrifying to experience their small family dying over and over again (Merle, a stunning fifty-seven times over the course of a hundred years), but they always came back.
Chica won't. She can't. Ephemera won't ever see her again.
Eventually, Lup finds her way to her feet and moves, dropping a hand onto the man's shoulder. Her face is still wet with tears, but she has to do something. "C'mon, hun."
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In this one, Ephemera cries into her hair. Holds her hand and tries to listen for her breathing. Because there's a chance, isn't there? If he waits. If he holds very still and listens, she might breathe again. She might live.
In another world, his family dies one by one. And they die alone.
In this one--
Ephemera takes a shuddering breath, blinking tears out of his good eye. It hurts.
Lup is looking down at him. Her hand on his shoulder.
"Her name Jessica," he says, quietly. "She was a sergeant. We called her Chica. She was my sister."
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Lup can't begin to imagine that pain.
She kneels to the ground with Ephemera while he speaks softly about the sister he'd lost, the hand on his shoulder slipping away before the elf is there filling up his vision, wrapping her skinny limbs around him, dragging his head to her shoulder. She's not a woman of comforting words--when her and Taako have been hurt most by the world around them as children, they'd always resorted to their sharp wit to get them through--but she is a woman of action. Ephemera can speak as much as he'd like and Lup will hold him and listen. This much she can do.
"S'beautiful name," Lup mumbles softly in return. "Bet she could kick your ass easy."
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And he had. For a moment.
"I loved her so much."
It's important that Lup understand this. How important Chica was. How much she mattered. How good she was. Not perfect - far from perfect - but always there. How she'd been family when Ephemera had come to her with nothing, how she'd made him a soldier. Took his idiot ass and made something worthwhile.
Ephemera breathes. And the dream fades.
He wakes up.