01 :: Dream
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guren_no_honooDream Effects: A strong sense of safety and trust that dissolves into crushing loneliness very quickly. Also the feeling that it is entirely the dreamer/viewer's fault.
Notes: There won't be replies to this dream immediately, but rather they will come after Ashura awakens. Right now, this dream is being broadcast from within the giant cocoon sitting in the middle of Espoir, in sight of the tavern.
Log of the cocoon opening and Ashura finding himself in Espoir will follow tomorrow morning. ICly he'll respond to any replies after that takes place (probably a day or so after the dream was originally broadcast). But please do feel free to leave replies, he'll respond to them. It'll just be once someone gives him the run down of how things work.
It was dark at first. Dark and warm.
And safe.
Light began to creep in though, slowly, like when one can feel it beating down just behind their eyelids. Reluctantly, gold eyes blinked open, then squeezed shut again, tight. There was a faint whine issued before the child tried again, more carefully opening one eye, then the other to the bright morning light as it filtered down in speckled flecks of gold between the leaves and branches above.
There was a reassuring ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum heard, coming from the chest being used as a pillow. The child didn't want to wake yet, but it was too late. It was still warm and comfortable here, with strong arms to guarantee safety. Even so, sleep would not be returning until night fell once more. So the child decided to instead turn bleary eyes upward with a slight shift, taking in the sight of a young man with long cascades of straight black hair. Young fingers released their grip on a calloused hand and reached up to feel silken strands gently, careful to not tug or catch.
Apparently, despite the caution, this was enough to stir the other from sleep and shortly, gold met red as they caught one another's gazes. The child smiled a bright sunny smile and for a moment the man just stared as if unable to believe such an expression was possible on the delicate face, but then faintly his own lips curled into a more subdued smile of his own and he nodded. A deep, sure voice spoke of getting down and setting out immediately. They had slept later than planned. The sun was much higher than he wished.
There was another not-as-quiet whine this time. What about breakfast?
The man shook his head apologetically. They would put some distance behind them and then they could stop to eat. The child clearly wished to protest, but swallowed the words and nodded quietly, though there was a loudly grumbling stomach that tried to voice what was left unsaid anyhow.
Barefeet were soon placed back on solid ground and the child gave a long and lengthy stretch of petite limbs. There was a call out to their other companions to see if they were up yet, to ask why had they let them sleep, now they'd missed breakfast! But there was only silence for answer besides the rustling of the wind, the songs of the birds...
No one arguing that it was not their fault at all, little piggy! No voice offering a soft reminder that they would eat soon enough if they got moving. Not even a chuckle and wry words or fellow complaints at the lack of a meal. Where were the others? Where were the people considered friends?
Considered family. Though not by blood. Never by blood.
The child frowned. Something wasn't right.
A chill wind gusted by, raising goosebumps on pale skin. Eyes slowly widened as the child felt a sinking feeling. They whirled in place and looked about wildly.
Crying out for the other man brought no response either. He had vanished. No warning, no sign of him or his presence or departure. There was simply an empty void that gnawed at insides, made the chest tight. Brought the sting of tears to round, scared eyes.
Alone? But he said he would never leave! That he would always be there to protect the child.
Now the only sound to break the thick silence as the light faded and darkness devoured the forest was a soft sob and a name.
"Yasha...!"
Notes: There won't be replies to this dream immediately, but rather they will come after Ashura awakens. Right now, this dream is being broadcast from within the giant cocoon sitting in the middle of Espoir, in sight of the tavern.
Log of the cocoon opening and Ashura finding himself in Espoir will follow tomorrow morning. ICly he'll respond to any replies after that takes place (probably a day or so after the dream was originally broadcast). But please do feel free to leave replies, he'll respond to them. It'll just be once someone gives him the run down of how things work.
It was dark at first. Dark and warm.
And safe.
Light began to creep in though, slowly, like when one can feel it beating down just behind their eyelids. Reluctantly, gold eyes blinked open, then squeezed shut again, tight. There was a faint whine issued before the child tried again, more carefully opening one eye, then the other to the bright morning light as it filtered down in speckled flecks of gold between the leaves and branches above.
There was a reassuring ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum heard, coming from the chest being used as a pillow. The child didn't want to wake yet, but it was too late. It was still warm and comfortable here, with strong arms to guarantee safety. Even so, sleep would not be returning until night fell once more. So the child decided to instead turn bleary eyes upward with a slight shift, taking in the sight of a young man with long cascades of straight black hair. Young fingers released their grip on a calloused hand and reached up to feel silken strands gently, careful to not tug or catch.
Apparently, despite the caution, this was enough to stir the other from sleep and shortly, gold met red as they caught one another's gazes. The child smiled a bright sunny smile and for a moment the man just stared as if unable to believe such an expression was possible on the delicate face, but then faintly his own lips curled into a more subdued smile of his own and he nodded. A deep, sure voice spoke of getting down and setting out immediately. They had slept later than planned. The sun was much higher than he wished.
There was another not-as-quiet whine this time. What about breakfast?
The man shook his head apologetically. They would put some distance behind them and then they could stop to eat. The child clearly wished to protest, but swallowed the words and nodded quietly, though there was a loudly grumbling stomach that tried to voice what was left unsaid anyhow.
Barefeet were soon placed back on solid ground and the child gave a long and lengthy stretch of petite limbs. There was a call out to their other companions to see if they were up yet, to ask why had they let them sleep, now they'd missed breakfast! But there was only silence for answer besides the rustling of the wind, the songs of the birds...
No one arguing that it was not their fault at all, little piggy! No voice offering a soft reminder that they would eat soon enough if they got moving. Not even a chuckle and wry words or fellow complaints at the lack of a meal. Where were the others? Where were the people considered friends?
Considered family. Though not by blood. Never by blood.
The child frowned. Something wasn't right.
A chill wind gusted by, raising goosebumps on pale skin. Eyes slowly widened as the child felt a sinking feeling. They whirled in place and looked about wildly.
Crying out for the other man brought no response either. He had vanished. No warning, no sign of him or his presence or departure. There was simply an empty void that gnawed at insides, made the chest tight. Brought the sting of tears to round, scared eyes.
Alone? But he said he would never leave! That he would always be there to protect the child.
Now the only sound to break the thick silence as the light faded and darkness devoured the forest was a soft sob and a name.
"Yasha...!"
