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hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- adam parrish,
- agent new york,
- ai ebihara,
- amos kamiya,
- arya stark,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- castiel,
- chris,
- damianos of akielos,
- dean winchester,
- emily,
- firo prochainezo,
- gansey,
- gojyo sha,
- gren,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- krieg,
- lilith,
- lucifer,
- maketh tua,
- mello,
- miriam day,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- pell,
- rey,
- shadow the hedgehog
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!
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.
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Noah...
Noah!
[ Gansey calls the name long after Noah is gone, until the swelling in his throat is so tight that he can no longer breathe. His vision turns hazy and then darkens, and all he's aware of is pain, stinging pain, which no longer seems confined to one area, but seems to have overtaken his whole body.
He knows he's going to die. This is always where he dies. This is how it happened before, and will happen again. He can feel time slipping around him, until it feels like it's always this moment, and every moment will always become this one. He can feel life ebbing from him, and then -
And then there's Noah's words, still resounding in ears that should hear nothing but buzzing. The hornets are still there, still crawling into him and through him and beneath his skin - but Noah's voice is there, too, telling him not to waste it. And Noah is gone, but somehow they are connected, and...
And then Gansey feels himself slip, and he knows that death is coming, and he can feel himself screaming through a throat that can no longer make sound. Except that there is sound, there is sound and there is presence and he is not on the ground, he is on something soft. He moves, trying to roll over in bed, and then he lands on the floor, because he's been sleeping on a sofa and not a bed, and now all of a sudden he's awake.
He's drenched in sweat, his eyes wide and staring, and his throat aching from the strength of the very real, very loud scream he just let out. His hands are at his ears, clawing at them, because there had been hornets there. This is always how that dream ends. His heart is racing, and he needs to calm it, because it wasn't real, and he needs to...
He needs...
He sits back, while the excesses of the dream wash away, and he's left only with the feelings that came from it. Noah had been there. And then he wasn't, then he was gone. A strangled sob follows the scream, and tears threaten to follow that. But then Gansey remembers where he is, and he all but throws himself to his feet. He runs for the stairs and stumbles over them, one after the other, until he reaches Noah's door, and then he finds himself knocking urgently, knocking and calling. ]
Noah? Noah, are you awake? Let me in, I need -
[ He isn't even sure what he needs. ]
Noah?
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Noah lays there, clutching his sheets, trying to remember the dream. He remembers Gansey, he remembers dying, but the Knowing that had overcome him and the revelation that he felt are fleeing as awareness sets in. His pulse is still racing, his breath still catching as he tries not to choke on air. He hears Gansey, downstairs, but feels paralyzed in place unable to move.
He needs to remember. He needs to remember what he knew in the dream - he can remember what happened but the things he felt so certain of have bled away into the fear of death, the fear of how Gansey was dying.
He felt hope at the end, but he has no idea why.
Gansey's knock startles him - it shouldn't it's stupid, he heard Gansey's rush up the stairs but it still makes Noah jump. That breaks him of whatever was holding him in place and he quietly slips out of bed.
He usually leaves his door open just a bit at night. Why of all nights did he close it this one?
Noah is quiet as he moves to the door, quiet as he carefully turns the knob and opens it just enough to look out and see Gansey, his own eyes wide and fearful when they meet his friends'.]
Shh. Don't wake the others.
[Noah opens his door enough for Gansey to come in, though.]
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He remembers Noah there with him. He remembers a touch on his hand. The words are indistinct, but he knows Noah was there, and -
Jesus, it had felt so real. He'd known that Noah was gone.
He drops onto the end of his friend's bed, and his hands brush through his hair. He ends up with his fingers steepled against his lips, and his eyes lift to Noah's while he tries to calm himself. ]
I saw...
I was dreaming. I had a bad dream.
[ That sounds lame, and he knows it does. Gansey swallows, still trying to collect himself. ]
You were there. I just had to...
Christ, Noah. I woke you, didn't I?
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No. I was already awake.
[Noah's bedhead and pjs and warm blankets shows that was a recent development.]
... I think I was in the dream too.
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That's why Gansey had felt -
He looks up at Noah, studying his face. It's difficult to hold on to the threads of the dream. Dreams disappear once he wakes; but nightmares stay around longer than the others, and that had certainly been a nightmare.
He swallows. ]
But you...
Disappeared, Noah. You were there one minute, and gone the next. Like you faded away.
[ He's watching his friend very carefully, gauging his reaction. ]
I've never dreamed of that before.
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He can sort of remember the dream. He remembers the exacts - the things that happened, the emotions he felt, but not the whys for them. The things he Knew, like when he arrived in Harborview then Hadriel, all gone with waking.]
Well. I woke up.
[Okay, that's a particularly shitty response. Give him a second here. Noah sighs, closing his eyes. He's not trying to be evasive, not really.]
... I don't know what to tell you, Gansey. I felt like I ... Like I had answers, when I was asleep. But I don't remember what they were.
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He runs his hands through his hair, irritated. He feels like he's still halfway asleep, his mind still submerged in the dream. ]
Christ, I'm sorry.
It felt real. I just wanted to make sure -
[ That you were still here. That's what he's thinking, but the more he passes it through his head, the less sense it makes. ]
That you were still here.
[ He pauses, letting that sink in, and then with a shake of his head, he stands up again. ]
Foolish. I'm sorry, I'll let you sleep.
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Noah's hand goes out to touch Gansey's arm, to stop him. He doesn't grab it, just touches it with the expectation that Gansey will pause to listen.]
... I am still here. But ...
I won't always be. You know that, right? Even not connected to Cabeswater anymore, I -
[Noah sighs, looks down, looks back up.]
There's only one way this ends for me, Gansey.
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This is it. This is the same feeling he'd had in the dream. Noah had told him to let him go, and he hadn't wanted to, hadn't been able to bear it.
This feels the same way. It feels like the same thing, the same conversation they've had so many times. The inevitability of Noah's loss, and how badly Gansey wanted to believe he could be saved. ]
You don't know that. You can't just give up, Noah.
[ Now he looks around again, focusing on the other boy. ]
You wouldn't let me do it. None of you would.
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He's ran the possibilities through in his mind. There's no way he's coming out the other side of this, back home. He just wants to see his friends happy and safe before the end.]
Just don't blame yourself, okay? If I can't be saved, it isn't your fault.
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He hates to think that this is something he can't fix. He hates to think that there's anything he can't fix.
And that's not fair, because this problem isn't about him. It's about Noah. ]
You meant what you said, didn't you? In the dream.
You said I had to let you go.
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Gansey has his own way of dealing with things and the world, of getting his way. Noah is inclined to look favorably upon him for it, because he’s so genuine and sincere about it as well. This isn’t something that will bow to the will of Gansey, however. He doesn’t know how he knows it, but he does.
Maybe getting told now will give Gansey time to get used to the idea.]
Not yet, but… someday.
… Sooner rather than later.
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He thinks it may be that. He thinks that maybe he's always known, and that's why it was so hard to accept.
He makes himself nod. ]
Someday.
[ He looks up, eyes darker than they were before. It's a strain for him to say this, and that's obvious. But he still says it. ]
I'm going to miss you.
[ It's not 'I'll let you go', but it's close. As close is Gansey is likely to get for the time being. ]
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... Thank you.
[That's all Noah can really hope for. To be missed, to be remembered. A part of him wonders if he'd prefer being forgotten, though.
They can't feel sad about him being gone if they don't remember him.
He'll burn that bridge when he gets to it. He's not sure he'll have an option.]