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lucetilogs2015-01-31 07:52 pm
justdid) wrote in lucetilogs2015-01-31 07:52 pm
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All the pain I can't explain away won't fade
Who: Wan and Raava
What: Wan is having more nightmares of the draft. Raava is there to protect her favorite human.
When: Some night after they make up
Where: House 56
Summary: Wan really needs to stop repressing his feelings and memories from Zompania. Raava really needs to know how terrible luceti has been to him.
Rating: T for Trauma (but no seriously: the Zompania draft was violent and awful, so be careful and read at your own discretion.)
[For the first time in a long time, Wan dreamed that he was home. Not just back in his home world, but that he had returned to the lion turtle city. He sat on a quiet rooftop, peeling and eating one of the dragon fruits he managed to steal, sharing some of the little blacks seeds with the peacock pigeons that joined him. Wan knew once he was finished eating he had to go back home and share the rest. The sun was starting to lower in the afternoon sky and it would be getting dark soon. Even in the heat of early summer felt he felt tranquil.
Wan's peace was shattered by a sudden shriek. A familiar sense of panic burned through his body as he dropped down to investigate. He didn't have to see the blood before the smell of it overpowered his senses. As his dream shifted into nightmare parts of the city began to change with it: when his feet hit the ground he could feel the sticky grime of drying blood. As he looked down, his dream self was unaware of what was really happening. He reeled from the waves of nausea and horror. More screams started echoing around him. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to be safe here. They were supposed to be protected.
Instinctively Wan looked back up. The cultists eyes were filled with nothing but a predatory joy as he motioned to slash him open. Wan ducked and rolled out of the way before firing back. Only nothing happened when he punched the air in front of him. Blindingly he ran down the alley, with no time to worry about why he no longer had the power of fire. Only to emerge on the other side fully in Zompania. The air was as silent as the piles of the dead that littered the streets. In front of him was an alter caked in their blood.]
Gah!
[he bolted awake, still sweating and hyperventilating from the experience.]
What: Wan is having more nightmares of the draft. Raava is there to protect her favorite human.
When: Some night after they make up
Where: House 56
Summary: Wan really needs to stop repressing his feelings and memories from Zompania. Raava really needs to know how terrible luceti has been to him.
Rating: T for Trauma (but no seriously: the Zompania draft was violent and awful, so be careful and read at your own discretion.)
[For the first time in a long time, Wan dreamed that he was home. Not just back in his home world, but that he had returned to the lion turtle city. He sat on a quiet rooftop, peeling and eating one of the dragon fruits he managed to steal, sharing some of the little blacks seeds with the peacock pigeons that joined him. Wan knew once he was finished eating he had to go back home and share the rest. The sun was starting to lower in the afternoon sky and it would be getting dark soon. Even in the heat of early summer felt he felt tranquil.
Wan's peace was shattered by a sudden shriek. A familiar sense of panic burned through his body as he dropped down to investigate. He didn't have to see the blood before the smell of it overpowered his senses. As his dream shifted into nightmare parts of the city began to change with it: when his feet hit the ground he could feel the sticky grime of drying blood. As he looked down, his dream self was unaware of what was really happening. He reeled from the waves of nausea and horror. More screams started echoing around him. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to be safe here. They were supposed to be protected.
Instinctively Wan looked back up. The cultists eyes were filled with nothing but a predatory joy as he motioned to slash him open. Wan ducked and rolled out of the way before firing back. Only nothing happened when he punched the air in front of him. Blindingly he ran down the alley, with no time to worry about why he no longer had the power of fire. Only to emerge on the other side fully in Zompania. The air was as silent as the piles of the dead that littered the streets. In front of him was an alter caked in their blood.]
Gah!
[he bolted awake, still sweating and hyperventilating from the experience.]