Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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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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[pocketspa]

[There's a lot of things he wants to say. He wants to take his hands back and say no one has ever been happy with just him, with just what he has to offer, because he will fall short and hurt him and he has no obligation to stay. He wants to curve into Kravitz' touch, something soft and accepting and live there, between his ribs and in his heart, for the rest of his life. He wants to leave and never speak to him again. And he never wants to do that, ever, not in a million years.]

I know you've told me, just, look, none of this uh, leaves here but I'm not perfect, okay? You're a fuckin'... caring, sweet dude who for some reason thinks he can hold my dumb ass together and I'm like, issues central my man. This is the tip of the Taako iceberg and I dunno if you really wanna go there.

[And I don't know if you should, he thinks. He doesn't know why he keeps pushing Kravitz to jump through these hoops for him, but that ugly part of him is wrestling forward, that part that wants to snap and be mean and cruel. He can't disappoint anyone if no one cares. Breaking Kravitz' heart won't be a surprise if he does it himself, on his call.]

[knockthemdead]

[Alright, so Taako is scared of Kravitz running if he puts it all out there, as far as he can tell. And he's insisted he won't, but that's not enough. Sometimes words aren't enough. So, he'll make the first move. He's good at that.]

I do. I do, so... [He takes a deep, needless breath, and clicks his shoes together anxiously.]

Alright. I am selfish. Often arrogant. Probably too mean to children, even if they are just incredibly germ ridden. I... lack tact and empathy, sometimes when it matters. I know that sometimes my dedication to my job makes me appear cold of heart.

[His mouth pulls tight, and he glances away for a moment, eyes landing on the figures still shifting far behind them.]

Sometimes, I mourn people whose faces I can't remember and whose names I can't recall. Sometimes I do remember things. I am not fun to be around when this happens.

I am not perfect either, Taako? And I don't expect you to be. Don't put me on a pedestal somewhere above you, and I won't do the same in return.

[The words perhaps sound a little harsh alone, but his tone is as gentle as it is firm, and his hand presses softly against Taako's face; thumb drawing circles over his cheek.

Take a chance with me, he thinks, hopes.]

[pocketspa]

[He barely moves as Kravitz speaks. This man-- this stupid, absolutely idiotic man, this boomerang of a person that the more he throws the harder he comes back. And this man that's wormed his way into his instincts, the way Kravitz talks and Taako wants his first reactions to be to lean into his touch, to give some calming motion in return, to smooth down his hair or wrap him in his arms or just be bigger, more demanding than his problems. But that implies he's not a problem, somehow, because he is, he's always the problem, but Kravitz... just doesn't seem to care.

No, it's more than that, and he knows this. It's not that Kravitz doesn't care because he doesn't know. Kravitz cares despite knowing. He's seen the messy parts of him and for some reason pushes forward, every time.

He doesn't know what to do. Usually, Taako can think of something, even if it's useless empty words. He's good at that. Maybe that's what's making this so hard, when Kravitz is overwhelmingly sincere and his usual silver tongue is reduced to cotton.

But he wants this. He wants these promises, desperately so. He wants them to be real, and Kravitz is, in front of him, whole, and waiting.

At least Taako is good at taking things, when given.]

... can probably work with that. For, uh. Y'know.

For you.

[He lets himself lean into Kravitz' touch on his face, tilting his head towards Kravitz' palm to press his lips there. He's always been a fool, to let anyone into his heart.

But, well, maybe he wants to just be the idiot for once.]

[knockthemdead]

[Sunshine bursts in his stomach and his mouth stretches into a grin as wide as it will go, because Taako can make a mess of his dead mans heart with just two words.

For you.

He feels special. Worth effort. It's a really good feeling, and he wants Taako to feel the same. Kravitz surges forward to kiss him properly, tender and gentle but bursting at the seams with so much more. More than he knows how to contain within a kiss.]

That makes me- [He sighs against Taako's mouth, still smiling.] Very happy. You make me very happy.

[pocketspa]

[If it's Taako's words that do it for him, it's Kravitz' smile that brings it to his door. Taako has always wanted to be adored in the shallow way he demands- don't know him, just the idea, just the promise. He spent so long believing no one could care about him, and even now knowing that to be false with Lup by his side, this feels... not real. Like too much to beg for, to selfishly think there was someone who truly knew what it meant to want him.

But Kravitz is the sun. It chases away his darkness, and brings only warmth.

He finds himself reaching for Kravitz' face, pressing his hands into the flesh of his cheek, and trying to hold on to the light in his chest when their lips meet.]

I mean, yeah, of course, you seen me lately? Hell, even if you didn't, let's reach into some ol memory and think about Taako instead of this depressing crap, huh?

[But he can't keep it up, so he presses a kiss back, never moving further away.]

You, uh... you feelin' better?

[knockthemdead]

[Taako jokes, but the more they press into one another, the longer Kravitz smiles and the stronger this warmth in their chests seems to grow, the further away and less glaring the figures around them seem. Everything else is distant. All he cares about is Taako, and the promise of a future.]

Yes, actually. [It's the truth. It may be bittersweet in a way, but he's miles better off than he was.] Any dream with you in it seems to become a good one, regardless of how it began.

[His tangles his fingers through Taako's long hair. It's one of his favorite things to do.]

[pocketspa]

[He has to bite down a purr as Kravitz drags his fingers through his hair- let’s not get that embarrassing today, he thinks- but he does lean into the touch, willing to push back seriousness for more of Kravitz’ touch.]

Uh, yeah. How can you have a bad time when I’m around? You can’t. Taako, nightmare killer, that’s me.

[He doesn’t want to leave Kravitz right now, but he also doesn’t want to be… here. Maybe he can force something better.]

Want me to get us outta here?

[knockthemdead]

Taako the nightmare killer.

[He echoes the sentiment, suddenly feeling a rush of affection that inspires him to lean down and plant a kiss on top of Taako's head.]

Oh- [His words catch for just a second, and he glances back at the shadows- it's an infinite second of longing and sadness and all the things that once were and will never again be- and then he looks back to Taako, and he nods without any further hesitation.]

Please. I do believe I've had quite enough of this place.

[pocketspa]

[Part of it’s the dream and part of it’s him that he feels his heart leap with a twinge of fear at the kiss. Kravitz believes in him. Really does. And he’s going to mess that up eventually, this tenuous trust. But he shoves it down. He’s good at that. He detangles himself from Kravitz just enough to grab for the Umbra Staff, conveniently on his person— or maybe he just now imagined it there. Dreams are weird.]

Hang on. Got a plan. This is gonna be wicked, babe.

[Regular dreams, this might be harder, but since Taako’s certain this is a lich trick, he’s pretty sure this is going to work. He raises the staff and charges up a dispel magic, before slamming the tip into the ground. A wave of force propels outwards from them both, and as it goes, the landscape shudders and disappears in a wave of ethereal magic, radiating out white over and away as far as their eyes can see.

Kravitz can see Taako pressing it to the floor as it goes, and finally, the tip of the Umbra Staff sinks into the ground with a small crack, and the both of them wake up in their different parts of the city.]