hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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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.

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.
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[This is so hard. It feels almost impossible. There's a huge part of her that wants to just shut down again, because everything she needs him to know is too hard to say, but she knows that's worse. And after how badly she let him down, he deserves honesty, even though she's gone tense with anxiety and her grip on him is far too tight.

She's quiet for a moment, trying to gather herself. Working up the courage is the worst part, because she's running through all the ways this could go wrong, all the ways she could upset him again. She tries to focus on how tightly he's holding her, instead. That's new. He's not leaving her here, even though she was irrationally afraid he would. It would probably seem horrible to anyone else—focusing on this when her father is dead or dying—but he left her, and Harlan never has.]

I do need you. You and Tucker.

[That's terrifying to say. She thinks he knows, but she's not sure she's ever said it so bluntly before. Kyna stops again, struggling for a second, then forces herself forward.]

I don't know how to make it up to you, and I'm... I'm afraid we're not even really friends anymore. But I was such an asshole to you, and you're still here helping me.

[Harlan has long since forgotten about Kyna's father. He's just a memory, anyway. It's not important. This is. Kyna is.

He's always assumed that he was important to Kyna, too. With all the time they spend together, all the time she chooses to spend with him, he has to be worth something. He can't remember her ever saying it outright, though. The implication was enough, he'd figured. Hearing it shouldn't be more important than knowing, and he does know, but his stomach does a flip at her words anyway. Maybe it's more news to him than he thought.]

Hey, stop it. Of course we're still friends. [He pulls one arm away briefly so he can wipe his eyes on his sleeve. He's not embarrassed, but he'd like to not cry into her hair.] I need you, too. Don't go thinking this is a one-sided friendship, because it's not. I love you, K. I'm sorry that hasn't been obvious lately.

[She could swear her heart stops, her grip on the back of his shirt tightening. He loves her. She's always known he cared, but this is different. It makes her chest ache, relief and affection tangling up until she can't tell which is stronger. Impulsively, she pulls back enough to kiss his cheek. It's a hell of a big thing to say, and she's not sure that she can say it back. He has to know how she feels, right? Then again, maybe saying it is different. Maybe that's more important, and almost every fight they've had has started or been made worse by the fact that she can't just spit things out, right?

It takes a long moment as she wrestles with herself, biting her lip. She's still scared, but he's already kind of proven there isn't much to be scared of, hasn't he? So, finally, voice quiet and shaky, not quite looking at him, she responds.]

I love you, too.

[Harlan doesn't quite realize the gravity of the words until Kyna's voice comes out soft and trembling. He meant it, of course, but he hadn't considered that this might be difficult for Kyna. He's always had a hard time figuring out what would bother her and what wouldn't. It's probably not all that different to how he doesn't like to be touched, but it's easier, he thinks, to figure out what's okay for him. The difference between contact and no contact is easy. He's not sure where her line is.

Maybe that's part of why he loses his patience sometimes. He doesn't understand what the difference between hard and not hard is. While they're laying everything out on the table, he may as well ask.]

Are you nervous?

[Of course she's nervous. It's terrifying, and the only reason she thinks she managed to say it is because he said it first. She nods, letting out a frustrated breath. He can say it so easily, and here she is, freaking out about it.]

That's so fucking stupid, right?

No, it's not.

[He means it. It's not like he's any stranger to being afraid of shit that doesn't make sense. The difference between contact and no contact is easy, but it doesn't make sense. Being nervous about telling someone you love them is understandable. He was nervous when he told Panna, though he wasn't with Kyna. He's not sure what that means.]

Why are you nervous?

[Of course he asks, and of course she doesn't know how exactly she should answer.]

Because. Jesus, I don't know. What if you didn't say it back? Or what if I just fuck up again?

[He's tempted to point out that he said it first, so he point is moot, but... Well. It's an interesting hypothetical.]

What would you do if I didn't say it back? And you can't fuck up if you're honest. It's not like there's a wrong answer when it comes to your feelings, K.

I don't know.

[And it's not deflecting this time. She really doesn't.]

That's why I never say it.

[It's a fair answer, kind of. It's honest, at least.]

That's a bad excuse. [He says it gently.] Part of loving someone is being willing to take risks like that. No one would get anything done if we all sat around waiting for safe opportunities, or for someone else to make the first move.

Yeah, I know.

[And maybe it's extra ridiculous that she's so scared of this when she's generally one of the first people on their team to charge into dangerous situations. But it's different, somehow. The consequences seem heavier.]

I guess I just... Expect it to go badly. Except with Nico, but he doesn't count.

[At first, he's frustrated. This is how the bulk of their conversations go when he's trying to talk her through something. She hits a wall somewhere along the way and he has to trial and error until he finds an alternate route.

But, well. In the interest of being honest with each other...]

It doesn't matter what you expect or what you're worried might happen. What matters is what you want, and worrying about that other shit shouldn't stop you. If you love someone and you want them to know, you tell them. It's not fair to saddle them with the risk, not all the time.

[She's never really thought about it that way, but he's right. It isn't really fair, is it? She just sort of assumes this kind of thing is easy for everyone, but maybe it isn't. Maybe she's just offloading her fear onto someone else. After a moment, she nods, staring down at the floor.]

Okay. But how do I even know they want to hear it?

[She's thinking about Tucker specifically now, and it might be obvious enough for her to pick up on.]

[He cocks an eyebrow. That's a weird question, especially in response to what he's just told her. Tucker's hypothetical reaction is the furthest thing from his mind right now.]

Who wouldn't want to know that someone cares about them?

[He can't imagine a scenario in which--oh, wait, yes he can.]

Just don't tell them expecting them to reciprocate. Tell them because you want them to know.

I'll try.

[And she says that a lot, but she means it genuinely. She hesitates, then rests her head against his shoulder almost experimentally.]

Do you think I should tell Tucker?

[He doesn't mind her head on his shoulder. In fact, it takes him a moment to notice it. It's a strange feeling, not caring.]

That's not my call. Do you want to?

[Harlan doesn't pull away, so Kyna settles against him. This is weird. Weird, but really nice.]

Yeah. I mean... I'm just worried he'd freak, you know? He gets weird about that stuff.

[Well, she's not wrong. It's one of Tucker's more frustrating traits, though Harlan at least understands why he's like that.]

Just don't forget that you're putting him into an uncomfortable position. It's like when people try to touch me. I can deal if they're not dicks about it.

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