◊ 3rd Contract | Dream |
Jul. 14th, 2011 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
substrictusWarning: Blood, Dark Imagery & a bit of thoughts not quite sane.
Effects: (optional) Feelings of horror, fear, insecurity and at the end a bit of phantom pain in your chest.
Everything was dark, cold and rather empty.
The world came into view as one scattered with broken buildings in various states of dilapidation while the sky was dark, gloomy; like no light had ever touched it’s endless depths. Oz stands in the middle of it alone and an uneasy expression is written clear all over his face as the silence is suffocating before he’s walking forwards as a chill sets in that he can’t explain. He refuses to think about it, focusing on finding his friends.
He’s not alone here… he’s got that distinct feeling like someone is watching him.
“Gilbert? Alice?...” A beat follows that as his words carry off into the empty silence and echo on forever into the darkness. Though after what seems like moments of endless silence, that feeling of loneliness starts to set in and he shakes his head, closing his eyes and starting to run forwards, eyes closed as if he was able to so easily ignore it.
He wasn’t alone here. He had his friends, his sister… he wasn’t ever alone but then yet why didn’t this empty, broken feeling go away?
“Oz. Stop running.”
That voice.. it was Gilbert’s… but when he opened his eyes, the man wasn’t there.
Oz was standing alone once again, but this time it was in a dark, candle-lit basement of sorts, several crimson-cloaked people lying on the floor entirely unconscious. A blood-red scythe is in his hands and when he steps forwards, one can hear the definitive ‘splish’ of something wet beneath his foot. It’s enough to make him stop and look down, the sight of a man’s bloody body nearby, Oz’s foot resting in the pool of blood nearby it. The sight was sickening and he moved to step back when he took in his own appearance in the blood’s reflection; something horrifying to those who had never seen him in this state before.
That scythe in hand… eyes a bloody red and pupils slitted along with an aura of death radiating off of him, no sign of kindness evident in his expression. Something Murderous lingering beneath the surface.
A killer.
Shaking his head, Oz immediately moved to step back and away from this scene of gore but a cold, clammy – and bloody – hand wrapped around his ankle and his gaze was drawn down to meet the face of the man from before. Skin pale, mottled with blood and a twisted grin that utterly mocked him in it’s entirety. “It’s beautiful… how much of a monster you’ve become in the name of the lovely Abyss~”
“No…” That singular reply is shaky, barely leaving his lips, the grip tightening on his ankle like a metal shackle to keep him in place as a pain started to well up in his chest at an alarming rate. “No! I’m not…” Words were again cut off as the pain grew in intensity and he brought that scythe down in a fierce arc as a spot above his heart glowed a sickening red—
Oz immediately jolted upright in his bed, a hand over his heart and through the dim light of his room, there’s a purely terrified expression on his face. His body’s shaking and it doesn’t seem at first he even notices the Dreamberry was recording him, trying to remember to breathe and to shake such a nightmare from the surface from his mind.
Effects: (optional) Feelings of horror, fear, insecurity and at the end a bit of phantom pain in your chest.
Everything was dark, cold and rather empty.
The world came into view as one scattered with broken buildings in various states of dilapidation while the sky was dark, gloomy; like no light had ever touched it’s endless depths. Oz stands in the middle of it alone and an uneasy expression is written clear all over his face as the silence is suffocating before he’s walking forwards as a chill sets in that he can’t explain. He refuses to think about it, focusing on finding his friends.
He’s not alone here… he’s got that distinct feeling like someone is watching him.
“Gilbert? Alice?...” A beat follows that as his words carry off into the empty silence and echo on forever into the darkness. Though after what seems like moments of endless silence, that feeling of loneliness starts to set in and he shakes his head, closing his eyes and starting to run forwards, eyes closed as if he was able to so easily ignore it.
He wasn’t alone here. He had his friends, his sister… he wasn’t ever alone but then yet why didn’t this empty, broken feeling go away?
“Oz. Stop running.”
That voice.. it was Gilbert’s… but when he opened his eyes, the man wasn’t there.
Oz was standing alone once again, but this time it was in a dark, candle-lit basement of sorts, several crimson-cloaked people lying on the floor entirely unconscious. A blood-red scythe is in his hands and when he steps forwards, one can hear the definitive ‘splish’ of something wet beneath his foot. It’s enough to make him stop and look down, the sight of a man’s bloody body nearby, Oz’s foot resting in the pool of blood nearby it. The sight was sickening and he moved to step back when he took in his own appearance in the blood’s reflection; something horrifying to those who had never seen him in this state before.
That scythe in hand… eyes a bloody red and pupils slitted along with an aura of death radiating off of him, no sign of kindness evident in his expression. Something Murderous lingering beneath the surface.
A killer.
Shaking his head, Oz immediately moved to step back and away from this scene of gore but a cold, clammy – and bloody – hand wrapped around his ankle and his gaze was drawn down to meet the face of the man from before. Skin pale, mottled with blood and a twisted grin that utterly mocked him in it’s entirety. “It’s beautiful… how much of a monster you’ve become in the name of the lovely Abyss~”
“No…” That singular reply is shaky, barely leaving his lips, the grip tightening on his ankle like a metal shackle to keep him in place as a pain started to well up in his chest at an alarming rate. “No! I’m not…” Words were again cut off as the pain grew in intensity and he brought that scythe down in a fierce arc as a spot above his heart glowed a sickening red—
Oz immediately jolted upright in his bed, a hand over his heart and through the dim light of his room, there’s a purely terrified expression on his face. His body’s shaking and it doesn’t seem at first he even notices the Dreamberry was recording him, trying to remember to breathe and to shake such a nightmare from the surface from his mind.
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:03 am (UTC)That's an awfully dark imagination you have there.
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:53 am (UTC)Like hell he'd admit that dream was based a LOT off of things that had happened to him with a few differences, his imagination just twisting it to make it worse]
...It's not always that bad..
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Date: 2011-07-16 03:07 am (UTC)[ A smirk ]
Was it real?
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Date: 2011-07-16 03:15 am (UTC)At least that's his logic anyway..]
...Not all of it.
Does it matter?
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Date: 2011-07-16 03:17 am (UTC)Hmmm... I wonder. Fears, or perhaps guilt. It's strange how the mind works.
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Date: 2011-07-16 03:26 am (UTC)...It's just a nightmare.
[Again. Not even looking back at the dreamberry, avoiding eyecontact pointedly]
Don't read so much into it.
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Date: 2011-07-16 03:33 am (UTC)I'm afraid I'm rather bored, and looking into dreams is all I have left to do. [ A wily smile. He has plenty of more useful things to do, don't let him kid you. ]
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Date: 2011-07-15 09:29 am (UTC)Are... you okay?
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Date: 2011-07-15 09:56 am (UTC)He's hardly even able to muster a smile as it is. Though the effort it takes to put one on and act fine is certainly impressive in itself considering what the dream had been.]
I... I'll be fine... really!
[It's what Oz is waiting to hear; for her to call him insane for having dreamt that. Something so dark.. insane..twisted. After all, his mind had never been a sane place to begin with but this is the first anyone's seen it..]
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Date: 2011-07-15 10:38 am (UTC)She soon removed her hand from her eyes, before at least putting on a smile.]
That's good. But, if you need a friend, I'll be there, okay?
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Date: 2011-07-15 10:53 am (UTC)That and what she'd offered him, after all.
He had few friends in this world; something he needed more of and would likely help with nightmares like this. Normally he kept his problems to himself but right there... in that dream his vulnerabilty was clear as day and he couldn't hide that.]
...I wouldn't want to bother you, Kobato.
[It's clear; he wants someone here but it's not easy for him to voice it, the emotions clear in his eyes instead]
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Date: 2011-07-16 01:03 pm (UTC)You wouldn't be a bother, okay?
[She smiles just to prove a point and to let him know he wasn't a bother. In fact, she knew he was one of her more closer friends here and it was a nice thing to have.]
I want to be there.
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Date: 2011-07-17 06:49 am (UTC)I... If you're sure, we can meet up and come back to my place.
Do you have time?
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Date: 2011-07-15 08:41 pm (UTC)Good thing she set it to voice.]
...A-Are you okay, Oz?
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Date: 2011-07-16 01:10 am (UTC)...Ah...I...should be asking you that.
You shouldn't have had to... ...something like that..
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Date: 2011-07-17 01:01 am (UTC)[A pause.]
I'd imagine it was more scary for you, though.]
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Date: 2011-07-17 07:15 am (UTC)Though at her words, he doesn't answer for a brief moment as he glances down shortly and away from the dreamberry]
It was.
...It was worse experiencing most of it the first time.
voice; ......what is that fail up there I don't even--
Date: 2011-07-18 05:08 am (UTC)If you want to talk about it...you can.
voice; - I see no fail~ <3
Date: 2011-07-18 05:23 am (UTC)[A sigh and he looks a bit uneasy. Those words he'd let slip had been an accident but he couldnt take them back]
That dream.. yeah. I guess at least I will say I really did experience most of it firsthand.
[A small sigh] Rather recently before arriving I might add..
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Date: 2011-07-16 01:06 am (UTC)And when she remembered what happened before she came here...
Did... Oz have to kill someone? How... how could she support him? What could she do for him? It obviously weighed on him heavily, so she couldn't simply ignore it. She loved her brother no matter what happened. But how did she let him know that and support him? Could she? Was she strong enough? Could she help him?
When she finally got over her indecisiveness, she forced herself to respond. But her face gave away many of her emotions.]
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Date: 2011-07-16 01:08 am (UTC)O-Oz...
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Date: 2011-07-16 01:11 am (UTC)4/4 JESUS. I AM DONE I SWEAR. /ragequits
Date: 2011-07-16 01:21 am (UTC)[Maybe it's silly but... she wants him to know that... no matter what happens, it won't change her feelings. He could never make her think less of him. And maybe he isn't her 'big' brother anymore, but he'll always be so to her. Things as she remembers them were... dangerous and frightening. She too wanted to fight.
Maybe she wasn't fully thinking about what it might mean to kill someone, but she'd always thought that if she had to, she wanted to have the skill to do that someday if necessary. But... looking at him, she was reminded that it wasn't that simple. And she KNEW that but in the heat of the moment she had decided, and even now, knowing that didn't stop her from wanting to find her own brand of strength.
Fighting meant putting your life on the line. People knew that. And so did she. So if they died, it was sad, but they died living by their choices. She didn't want to have to fight but she also knew that if a time came when it was necessary, she wanted to be prepared.]
B-Baww Adaaaaaa ;A; <3
Date: 2011-07-16 01:54 am (UTC)Knowing he had killed someone and was like that before.
It was sickening.
Though when she spoke, there were no hateful words. Instead hearing her say that she'd always call him that. That she wouldn't think any less of him is what it meant... which meant she knew he'd had to kill someone and still could say that. His eyes go wide and he looks back to the dreamberry with so many emotions clear on his face that he can't even hide; or rather that he can't.]
...Even knowing... all of that?
How I am now..?
Re: B-Baww Adaaaaaa ;A; <3
Date: 2011-07-16 06:20 am (UTC)[She nods her head, firm and resolute. But her features soften, and she smiles a bit.]
I don't think you've changed.
[If anything, he was afraid of the choice he made then and he seemed to want to take it back or deny it, but that wouldn't help matters.]
You're still the same as I remember you.
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