[Action | Closed] A nightmare by any other name-

[treesus]

Who: Trahearne and Tannusen
What: Nightmares, not the sylvari corrupting kind, just regular shitty nightmares.
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Angst

Orr rarely changed in his dreams. The weak but growing life he'd finally brought this withered place was gone. It was weak, sick, and dying, the illness of the land weighing on him as he walked along a winding stone path. The stone was oily and damp under his feet, jagged bits of shell and dead coral bit into his bark.

It wasn't a path he recognized, it never was in dreams like this. He could never quite remember what this bit of Orrian hell looked like when he woke but it was familiar enough to his sleeping mind that he started running before he even heard them behind him. It did him no good, they were fast on his heels, their cries growing louder no matter how many twists and turns he took to avoid them. His lungs burned and the smell of rot was so strong he gagged. It didn't matter, he had to run.

He was alone, as always, vulnerable and alone, no one to help him if he was hurt or torn apart. Even alone he could hear screaming and the scenery became darker, the smell of smoke overwhelming decay. The noise was unbearable, screams, cries of pain, and an awful, incoherent something in his head that was so awfully loud he felt his skull might burst. This was another dream, blended into an old nightmare, and he felt no less trapped and terrified.

Brian was knocked off the bed with a thump and a surprised yowl. Trahearne was on the bed, tossing back and forth, agitated, face twisted in fear of whatever was plaguing his dreams. He cried out hoarsely and both cats retreated from the bed, going to the door to paw under it.

Comments

[black_black_heart]

"He might, if it's through a third party like that," Tannusen said thoughtfully, and glanced over again. "Guy acts like you're the boogeyman."

[treesus]

Trahearne frowned, yeah he got that impression. "You mentioned that and wondered if I was far more vicious than I appear. I can't be sure why he thinks that about me. I have ideas, but it's his business."

The other sylvari could be whatever he was as long as he wasn't causing any harm to anyone else. If he was a courtier, it was doubtful he could impact the Dream here. The only Dreamer around was, well, Trahearne. Good luck to the nervous thing if he wanted to try his luck there.

"If he'll agree to reveal anything, I ask to know about the state of the Pale Tree and Mordremoth. Those are my most pressing concerns."

[black_black_heart]

"Alright, I'll ask him. At worst, he'll clam up and not tell me anything," Tannusen went ahead and sat back up, "or perhaps doesn't know. We'll see."

He looked over at the sylvari again, "You going to get more sleep, now that you've been up for a little bit?" It may not come rushing back, with the period of wakefulness. Some nightmares did, but most didn't. "I took the rest of the night off, I can hang out in here if you want. Or I can herd the cats back in and give you your privacy back."

[treesus]

"Thank you, Tannusen." Trahearne finally left the bark of his neck alone and folded his hands in his lap. He was exhausted and, even with his strange face, that was obvious.

"I'll rest after a while. I think I'll spend some time in the study to clear my head some more before I try to rest again."

[black_black_heart]

"Good idea," Tannusen agreed, and left him to it.