Event Log: Dreamwalker

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In your comfy bed and your sleepy head.
When: May 16th-26th
Warnings: Good dreams, weird dreams, bad dreams, straight-up nightmares. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if things are going to be bad!

Have you been having trouble getting a good night's sleep? Tossing and turning, unable to rest those tired eyes? Or maybe you don't sleep at all, and never have. Not to worry! For a little while, you'll have no trouble at all falling asleep - in fact, as night falls, you'll find yourself overwhelmed with exhaustion whether you want to sleep or not. Lay down and rest your weary head, friends. Everyone could use a little extra sleep.

But what will your dreams bring? Something happy, images of a perfect day? Something hopeful, something you've wanted for a long time? Maybe you'll dream of anger, of the face of your worst enemy. Or maybe - just maybe - you'll have a horrific nightmare, and wake screaming, covered in cold sweat.

Not before others have time to see it, though. As you sleep, as you dream, the other residents of Hadriel, friends and enemies and people you've only met once, might find their way into your dreams. Or you might find your way into theirs - and then have to deal with someone's else's nightmares, or hopes, or anger. For the next ten nights, you'll find yourself either a host or a visitor, and no matter how you try you won't be able to stay awake once night falls.

Sweet dreams, Hadriel. Don't let the asshole fear gods bite.

► This log covers May 16th-26th.
► 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!
► You can't die in the dreams, but if you somehow manage to trip and fall and kill yourself getting out of bed, please report it on the death post.

Comments

[whichend]

[ The recognition is a good sign. It means that at least part of Steve is still there, still fighting. She nods, encouraging, even if Steve doesn't remember exactly who she is. That's fine. Sometimes Arya doesn't remember, either. ]

But I am. And you should not have to be alone.

[ Arya's voice is kind, but there's no pity there. All men must die, and as much as it pains her to realize, now, it's Steve's turn. She just wishes his death didn't have to be this painful.

The pitcher is on the floor, empty, but intact. There's a small sink at the corner of the room that Arya uses to fill it up, then brings it back to Steve, with a small glass and everything. She fills it up a little and holds it up to Steve's mouth. She's been a cupbearer before, she can do this. ]

Do not be concerned about me. Try to drink something.

[prespangled]

[All men must die. Steve would agree with that. He's not afraid to die, he's felt death breathing down his neck more than most, and even closer than this. It's the way that men die that Steve pays attention to. He can't accept this, in a bed, where he's no good to anyone while other men are dying on a battlefield. He fights death when he can't fight anything else.

His brow knits when she brings him the cup. He's awful about this, accepting help from those who only mean well. But he does need to drink, he's got to if he's to have a chance. Steve lifts his head as best he can, but still causes some of it to spill down his chin and neck.]

Alone...did you come here by yourself?

[Steve turns his head and frowns at the door. He knows the kinds of bullies outside of it. And Arya...she wouldn't tolerate their talk either.]

[whichend]

[ Arya is quiet and unflinchingly attentive. The kindly man would be proud of her, she thinks. She feels like a servant of death, like no one. It's a detached sort of feeling, because in this room, she is inconsequential-- she is here to make Steve comfortable, but the players here are Steve and Him of Many Faces. Arya briefly considers taking Steve's face after he dies. He could live on that way, at least.

She wipes his chin when he finishes drinking, gentle. ]

I did.

[ Arya follows Steve's gaze to the door. ]

Were you expecting someone else?

[prespangled]

No.

[Steve sighs and settles back against the bed again. He still looks pale, weak, but his breathing isn't as ragged as it was. The shivers have subsided. He's more comfortable with her there, she's succeeded in that.]

No one comes here. I just thought...I wondered if anyone had given you any trouble. [He looks at her and smiles.] And how much hell you'd given 'em in return.

[whichend]

[ Arya smiles thinly. Perhaps that's why she's here -- because no one comes to this place. She's glad he's doing a little better though, even if only marginally so. ]

No one gave me too hard a time.

[ Arya curls up in the chair next to Steve. ]

But if they had, I would have insulted the size of their cocks, given each of them nosebleeds, and threatened to gut them with Needle.

[prespangled]

[At first he's shocked, because Steve's just never heard a girl talk that way. She'd fit right in in the barracks.

But then he actually starts to laugh, triggering a short-lived coughing spell along the way. Worth it.]

You'd do it too. They'd rue the day they crossed paths with you. [Steve feels a strange sort of...pride. Proud that she's his friend. Proud that she's standing up for the little guys (and gals) and making good on her word.] I'm glad I met you.

[whichend]

[ Steve should probably get used to it. A girl picks up on this sort of thing after being around outlaws for long periods of time.

Arya thinks the coughing spell is worth it too, evidently. She smiles a little. ]

Of course I would. I don't break promises. [ Arya's smile falters a little, more out of shock than anything else. Few people feel like they're glad to know her, and Arya isn't entirely sure what prompted that from Steve. Still. It feels nice. ]

I'm glad I met you too.

[ She murmurs, in return. ]