Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

[hadrielmods]

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.
► 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.

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Sansa Stark | Confusion & Rage

[stonebird]

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Confusion

[stonebird]

Winterfell was once a lovely island of warmth in the North. The Starks had inhabited it for generations, living their lives mostly in peace before being buried in the family crypt below. However after the death of Eddard, Catelyn and her brothers, the castle has surely lost its enchanting qualities. She walks up the snowy path leading to the Keep, understanding that what she will see within will probably break her heart.

She has no idea how much.

The doors creak open and she is confused to hear voices within. You can be her companion or one of the guests within; it matters naught. Sansa can barely contain her gasp or the way her knees give out when she sees her family - alive, well and acting as if nothing has happened.

Well that is not entirely true.

When they glance her way, they look upon her with grave disapproval. Her brothers outright ignore her as if...

As if she is someone to be detested. Eddard especially looks grim, pausing in his discussion with her uncle to shake his head at her slowly.

"Father...?" she reaches for him - only for him to scowl. She turns instead of Catelyn. "Mother?" she is given a similar reception.

"What have I done?" but she knows, deep down, of the betrayal. They must know of it too.

[utulien_aure]

Fingon surveys the castle ahead, its walls strong in the depths of winter and a strange, old power barely stirring under his feet. The gray and white of the banners look familiar, he notes, but there's something about it he can't place.

Then he hears a young woman, crying out.

"Sansa?" He calls back, though he knows she is not crying for him. "Sansa, child, where are you?"

[stonebird]

His voice is like a bright flare of warmth in a blizzard. Sansa feels her very skin burning under the hateful stares of her family. She has been alone before and part of her knows she will inevitably feel that loneliness again, yet the voice belongs to a world where she always, always has company. Turning in a swirl of skirts, she flees the dining hall and runs to him.

She finds him without a word, throwing her arms around his neck, eyes shut tightly. No, she does not call for him, but maybe she should.

[utulien_aure]

Fingon catches her easily, picking her up and spinning her around. He'd done the same thing for his blood kin once, his sister and his niece, before they'd vanished with his brother into the wilds, and it was so easy to fall back into the habit with this bright, kind girl.

"Hush, Sansa, all will be well," he reassures her. "What is wrong?"

[stonebird]

The spin interrupts her despairing thoughts, helping her to breathe by making her gasp. Her muscles relax and she hugs him tighter, giving his cheek a quick kiss.

"...they know." she isn't making sense, so she amends that first statement with: "I've done...horrible things. My family knows. They are alive and they are judging me." her voice breaks, "I deserve it! But it's..."

Death might be easier, she thinks.

[utulien_aure]

Sansa looks so terribly distressed that Fingon's heart breaks a little for her even as he keeps her close.

"I find it hard to believe you could have done something so terrible that your family would never forgive you for it. Take it from me, Sansa, family forgives much when it comes to people they love."

And a family who raised a girl like Sansa, sweet and kind and resilient as she is, would not abandon her so easily no matter her mistakes. Fingon is sure of that.

[stonebird]

"I betrayed them. I thought I was...making amends. I thought I was solving the rift between my family and the family of my betrothed." her voice is quiet and unsteady, "My actions led to my father's execution and the deaths of my brother and mother."

She will never speak of how she had stopped eating after those tragedies. She will never speak of how she had been nearly unable to move after being beaten before Joffrey and his court. Not to her family. Her scars are nothing next to their deaths.

[utulien_aure]

Fingon is quiet for a moment, studying her carefully. "The family of your betrothed, you say? They ordered your family's deaths?" He leans down slightly to look her in the eye.

"Then it sounds to me as though the one betrayed was you. Trust is a precious thing to be given, and they misused yours badly."

Confusion

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin has come all this way with Sansa, to protect her and keep her company on her journey. They come to the castle at last and walk up the snowy path to its doors. No one comes to open these doors, and so Curufin approaches and knocks loudly. The doors are opened then, much to Sansa's astonishment. For a moment, Curufin is glad for her. But then he sees the expression on the faces of those who greet her. Only, they don't greet her, merely look at her as though she were something that has crawled out of a sewer.

And that makes Curufin angry. "What is the matter with you people?" he demands. "This young woman has come a long way to visit here, and she is tired, cold, and hungry. Surely in this country, you have some guest laws or customs? Every civilized people has them. The wanderer is allowed his or her three days of hospitality, no questions asked -- or at least, none are asked until the third day. But whether she is a stranger or well known to you, do not turn her away and thereby identify yourselves as barbarians!"

[stonebird]

He is forgotten momentarily while she attempts to confront her family. She has not seen them in so long and they are as she remembers - almost exactly - except for their reception of her. Words fail her - she feels like she cannot speak on her own behalf - and her head is bowed within moments.

I deserve this. I caused them so much pain and grief.

But then a powerful voice rises, speaking for her; startling her back to life. She turns to stare at him, tender wonder written on her features.

"Lord Curufin..." Sansa slips her arms around his arm, resting her cheek against his shoulder, "They are dead. Winterfell belongs to me with or without their permission. We must simply see to ourselves and not expect the aid of spirits."

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin lets her take his arm, and then he slips it around her waist. He smiles down at that auburn head as she leans her cheek on his shoulder. He answers, "Yes, Lady Sansa?" with that little trace of affectionate humor in his voice. If she is formal and respectful, so will he be. She deserves no less.

But those people. . . ah, she's right. They aren't alive.

"I was misled for a moment, so great does their ire seem against you. But you are right. They can neither harm you nor refuse you entrance to the castle that is your own. Let us go in."

[stonebird]

Ghosts cannot warm you; they are beyond your reach and your touch. Sansa feels the cold weight of guilt in her chest - and she feels it is well-earned - but she also feels the arm around her waist. As much as her family might condemn her, she must live. The Elves have taught her that she must keep moving forward; that is the only way she can improve herself...and forgive herself.

"Their anger is righteous. I betrayed them as a child without realizing the full ramifications." she will not stray from the truth, "I thank you for defending me. Let me see you warm before a fire, hm?"

[so_dark_a_road]

Ghosts, indeed! They can haunt a person for a lifetime. But Curufin would agree with the other Elves -- regardless of his own difficulties with forgiveness -- for one must help others by advocating the best thing one has knowledge of. And it is clear that Sansa cannot move forward in her life without forgiving herself. Curufin's relatives have spoken wisely and truly.

"You were a child. It would not be fair if you were held wholly responsible for the decisions you made when you were so young. And I will always defend you."

He looks around and sees that the great fireplace still has wood and kindling stacked near it. "Yes, a fire sounds good to me! I will start it."

He finds a couple of chairs and pulls them up before the fireplace, then makes up the fire, lighting it with the flint and steel he always carries. He gestures Sansa to come and sit down.

Rage

[stonebird]

They are held in cages like animals, imprisoned until the Master or Mistress deems them worthy of release. Their voices are as annoying as ever, claiming this title and that, exacting judgment and naming punishments as if they have the right. She knows they do not.

Her fur stands on end as she enters the dungeons, but not from fear. What does she have to fear? There are no beasts larger than her in these parts and she knows she has the power to silence those who have haunted her dreams for so very long. One bite should do it, but why end it so swiftly?

The prison doors open and Joffrey Baratheon, Cersei Lannister and Petyr Baelish all stumble out, confused as to what awaits them. She hears the door shut in her wake and the lock is latched into place. Good.

Snarling threateningly, she lets her rage fill her and, then, she attacks.

Re: Rage

[bythewaves]

A voice in her ear, coaching.

"Watch their eyes, not their hands. You are faster. Stay low. Control your rage - do not let it control you."

[stonebird]

Her ears perk and she tilts her head, blue eyes aglow. That voice... She knows it! It belongs to family. He will help her and that is all that matters.

She stalks her prey, scaring them so that they huddle together, trembling like leaves.

[bythewaves]

"Well done!" He praises softly, voice for her alone.

"Split them apart. Make their deaths quick, so the others have no time to turn on you."

[stonebird]

A thrill of delight passes through her and it heightens her adrenaline. I don't want them to die quickly. I want it to hurt!

She knows it's petty, but when she looks at each of them, she wants them to suffer.

[bythewaves]

"You will leave yourself vulnerable if you do." He warns.

"Vengeance is good and well, but I will not see you harmed by it!"

[stonebird]

They cannot hurt me. I'm the one in control. Her wolfish pride is dangerous - even though it feels wonderful to not be frightened; to not be weak.

[bythewaves]

"Are you?" He challenges scoldingly. "Or is your hatred?"

[stonebird]

She snarls and snaps at Joffrey's legs when he tries to edge around her. My teeth are sharp, my jaws are powerful. The wolf within her howls for blood and she slashes out, knocking Cersei down.

[bythewaves]

"And there are four of them to you." He scolds. "Don't play with your food, Sansa, or it might not go as you expect."