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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am

Event Log: Dreamwalker

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.
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (s a d l y)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-05-22 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gansey only realizes that she's there when he feels her clinging to him. At first, he'd been pushing her away, not understanding that she was going to help him.

But then he sees her, and it's Blue, and it's always been Blue and always will be Blue. Even here and now, her presence feels right. Suddenly he's clinging to her, and his body no longer shifts between the different ages of himself. He's the seventeen year old Gansey that Blue knows well, because that's the part of him that fits with her. He clings to her, even as he can feel the insects around him, on him, in his ears, under his skin.

God, that horrifies him. He's literally shivering with fear. He doesn't think he can move.
]

It's too....it's too late. I can't...

Breathe...

[ Even as he gets the words out, it's clear that he's struggling. His throat is already closing, and he's fighting for air. If she doesn't get away from him, he's going to die in her arms.

That frightens him, too.
]
ampliat: DO NOT TAKE. (o74)

[personal profile] ampliat 2016-05-25 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ She almost snarls the world. She doesn't know who she's telling this to. To Gansey. To the bees. To the dreams. To fear.

It doesn't matter.

What she does know is that Gansey is dying in her arms. She doesn't have an epi-pen and it wouldn't matter if she did. This is his nightmare, and it's stronger than her. Oh shit.

Does she amplify gods too?!

She doesn't want to think about that. She doesn't want to think about how that other world changed her powers. She wants to focus on Gansey and him in her arms and. ]


Breathe, Gansey. [ It's a dream. It's a dream. Oh god, don't die. It's just a dream.

She closes her lips on his without waiting. The intent is to breathe air into his lungs. But the reality is, she hopes the kiss will help him focus. She hopes it'll still the dream. She hopes.

Hope, please help her. ]
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (s l o v e n l y)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-05-27 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a voice in his mind, cutting through the buzzing of the bees. Gansey is still struggling to breathe, but God, he can hear her voice commanding him to, and it's terrible and painful. He dutifully tries; his lungs struggle to suck air in, and they can't, and his vision starts to blacken. He's going to die right in front of her and there's nothing that she can -

Nothing that she can -

Her lips are on his. It's already been happening for a second or two before Gansey realizes that it's happening, before he properly feels her pressing against him.

The sound of the hornets dies away. It's a slow process, but it's happening. They start to fade, and unbelievably, so too do the stings on Gansey's body. No longer are there hornets crawling out of his skin. No longer are they flying towards him. His lungs open again, and he gasps against Blue's mouth. His eyes widen to see the sun coming out again, warming them, and instinctively, he reaches for Blue. He pulls her close into his arms, and for just that moment, it's like everything he has ever hoped for the two of them is coming true.
]

Blue...

[ He presses closer, kissing her properly - the way he's always wanted to. The sun is warm on his shoulders, and it reflects off her skin. She looks like she's glowing. Her lips are soft, and pliant, and as sweet as he has always imagined they will be.

He leans back, and he's smiling.

But this is not a dream that belongs to Hope. Gansey's fear is not defeated.

It's just found a better focus than wasps.

With the taste of Blue still on his lips, Gansey's face suddenly changes. He frowns, and then gasps, and his hand comes up to clutch at his chest. He can feel his heart racing, and then stuttering, like it isn't sure which it's supposed to do. His eyes lift up to hers while horror fills them, and the color starts to drain from Gansey's skin. In the heat of the sun, his skin is whitening, and thinning, his cheeks becoming gaunt even as she watches.

The dream knows what it feels like to die from a sting. Gansey's body has done that before, and he remembers in clear, terrifying detail.

He doesn't know what it means to die from a kiss. He has no basis for that, he's never tried, and so the dream, in all its wisdom, works to compensate.

His eyes widen and stare. His skin shrinks, pressing into the bones, while his very face takes on a shape that looks like Death. He clutches at Blue with hands like bones, his eyes desperate, and his voice lost to him all over again. He knows without doubt that he's going to die, with the taste of her mouth still on his tongue. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears building in them.

He's dying and she's going to have to watch. He should have known there was no way to escape this fate.
]
ampliat: DO NOT TAKE. (o57)

[personal profile] ampliat 2016-06-11 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ The world shifts and everything seems like maybe- just maybe- it might be okay. Maybe Hope really did hear her. Maybe he helped her. Maybe he won tonight.

Sun warms his skin as she smiles at him, elated with her victory-

Then it dies as suddenly as Gansey's face falls. It's fast. Too fast. He's clutching his chest and falling to the ground and she doesn't know what dying from a kiss looks like but she recognizes it when she sees it. She knows that her kiss isn't his salvation. It's his death. She didn't save him from hornets, she damned him to a different death. A slower death.

Death tears him from her arms as he tries to cling to her. Horror fills her features and she's lost. What can she do to save Gansey from herself? She can't save Gansey. She can't-


She wakes up screaming.

Sweat covers her body as she gasps for breath. She looks wildly around her for the sun and the dying boy. Neither are there. Only darkness. Suffocating darkness.

She wants to go check on Gansey, but fear floods her heart. What if he's down there, dying still? She clutches her knees to her chest, sobbing into her knees. She can't go check on him, she can't help him, she can't save him. She's his suffering. She's his death. ]
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (w a r y)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-06-17 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gansey wakes shocked and out of breath, sweat still beading on his forehead.

He can still feel the dream. The heat on his skin, the sound of insects in his ears, and then finally, Blue Sargent's lips on his. He's dreamed of kissing her before, too, but never of kissing her and dying. That part is entirely new.

For a moment, he can't even move. Then he sits up, swallowing back bile, and trying to steady himself. It all feels so close to the surface, and he isn't sure how to deal with it. It had felt so real, and it was him and Blue and everything he had ever wanted, and even so, he doesn't think he's ever had a dream that scared him that much.

His feet carry him to her door, and he knocks on it, gently.

He has to know how real it was.
]

Jane? Are you there?