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hadriel_logs2016-12-18 03:30 am
tongueamok) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-12-18 03:30 am
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Dreams and Nightmares as Real as the Here and Now [closed]
Who: Glacius (glacius) & Carlisle Longinmouth (tongueamok)
What: It's about time the two (now) roommates discuss what haunts them when they're not awake.
Where: Spire 2, 401 - Glacius' apartment and kind of Carlisle's, too
When: December 17th, night
Warnings: PG-13 for disturbing imagery (probably)
When a man lived with as many fears as Carlisle, a restful night's sleep was not something so easily obtained. His dreams were usually dotted with their fair share of nightmarish imagery: the colorless, barren land his soul would be damned to upon death; a vampire ripping out his throat, only to raise him as a thrall; the Inquisitors and their masks, emotionless as ink poured from his mouth, suffocating him. This night, it had been the abominable insects that devoured his father alive -- in the dream, they emerged from the dark shadows of the room, thousands of them swarming him, crawling into his skin and beneath his nails, their spindly legs emerging from his nostrils and mouth, pushing out his eyes and—
He awoke with a jolt, brushing at his arms as he fought the sweat running down him, as well as that crawling feeling that often accompanied such bug-filled nightmares. It would pass once he caught his breath and his heart stopped pounding, the thundering so loud that it seemed to rumble through him. It wasn't until he heard that rumble again that he realized it wasn't coming from him at all, but the room adjacent to his: Glacius' room.
In the weeks that Carlisle had been staying at the alien's apartment, tending to his wounds, he'd found that Glacius made few noises in his sleep -- a chirp here, the fluttering of gills there, but not much, if any. The rumbling, almost a growling now, was certainly odd, so much so that Carlisle wondered if he was asleep at all. But if he was awake, what was he growling at? And why hadn't he called out in warning?
Too many questions, Carlisle decided, and not enough answers. The rumbling continued, heavier, and knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep as long as it was going on, Carlisle pulled on his robe and slipped out of the bed. With their rooms right next to each other, it only took him a few steps to reach the door to the alien's room, but in that time, a new noise had started: a hissing. It was a distinct sound so like Algidus that Carlisle froze with his hand on the knob, tension mounting him.
What... what if Algidus was still in the city? What if he'd followed Carlisle there and kept an eye on them both, waiting for the opportune time to strike? Or what if he was waiting on the other side, holding the mangled corpse of his friend, prepared to throw it at Carlisle's feet like some grisly trophy?
The knob rattled in Carlisle's grasp as the raspy hiss arose in the silence on the other side oft he door once more, and the clergyman tried his best to keep his paranoia at bay as he held his breath and cracked open the door, praying he would only see one alien, not two.
glacius) & Carlisle Longinmouth (tongueamok)What: It's about time the two (now) roommates discuss what haunts them when they're not awake.
Where: Spire 2, 401 - Glacius' apartment and kind of Carlisle's, too
When: December 17th, night
Warnings: PG-13 for disturbing imagery (probably)
When a man lived with as many fears as Carlisle, a restful night's sleep was not something so easily obtained. His dreams were usually dotted with their fair share of nightmarish imagery: the colorless, barren land his soul would be damned to upon death; a vampire ripping out his throat, only to raise him as a thrall; the Inquisitors and their masks, emotionless as ink poured from his mouth, suffocating him. This night, it had been the abominable insects that devoured his father alive -- in the dream, they emerged from the dark shadows of the room, thousands of them swarming him, crawling into his skin and beneath his nails, their spindly legs emerging from his nostrils and mouth, pushing out his eyes and—
He awoke with a jolt, brushing at his arms as he fought the sweat running down him, as well as that crawling feeling that often accompanied such bug-filled nightmares. It would pass once he caught his breath and his heart stopped pounding, the thundering so loud that it seemed to rumble through him. It wasn't until he heard that rumble again that he realized it wasn't coming from him at all, but the room adjacent to his: Glacius' room.
In the weeks that Carlisle had been staying at the alien's apartment, tending to his wounds, he'd found that Glacius made few noises in his sleep -- a chirp here, the fluttering of gills there, but not much, if any. The rumbling, almost a growling now, was certainly odd, so much so that Carlisle wondered if he was asleep at all. But if he was awake, what was he growling at? And why hadn't he called out in warning?
Too many questions, Carlisle decided, and not enough answers. The rumbling continued, heavier, and knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep as long as it was going on, Carlisle pulled on his robe and slipped out of the bed. With their rooms right next to each other, it only took him a few steps to reach the door to the alien's room, but in that time, a new noise had started: a hissing. It was a distinct sound so like Algidus that Carlisle froze with his hand on the knob, tension mounting him.
What... what if Algidus was still in the city? What if he'd followed Carlisle there and kept an eye on them both, waiting for the opportune time to strike? Or what if he was waiting on the other side, holding the mangled corpse of his friend, prepared to throw it at Carlisle's feet like some grisly trophy?
The knob rattled in Carlisle's grasp as the raspy hiss arose in the silence on the other side oft he door once more, and the clergyman tried his best to keep his paranoia at bay as he held his breath and cracked open the door, praying he would only see one alien, not two.
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"As the last of my line," he offers quietly, "and one often considered a sorry excuse for it, I know how you feel, truly. I know I am just one person, and not one of your kind, but- but you have yet to let me down."
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"So am I. It's been- been good. I feel... good about this."
Which is something he doesn't say often, if his hesitation is a sign.
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Clearly the clergyman has done a good job of cheering him up, if he's willing to joke around even a little bit!
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He releases Glacius' hand and slides off the couch, pulling his robe around him again. "Will you be okay for the night?"
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"It is nothing, I assure you," he answers, that nervous tinge coloring him. "I have never slept well. Likely comes from my broad array of fears. Lots of them, you know? Afraid of the old shadow and all."
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"As always, you know you do not have to share if it makes you uncomfortable," the ice alien begins, "But... you know me. Always wanting to help if I can... and I feel guilty, knowing that there are many nights you have been up that I may have been completely unaware of it. Are there any fears I can help assuage, so that you may get the rest you both need and deserve?"
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And that's just his fears for this night.
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But hopefully, the creatures won't plague him again for the rest of the night, in his dreams or out of them. "Goodnight, Glacius. And should you struggle to return to sleep, you know where I am."