The intel on Armitage Hux had been vague. A boy raised in the First Order. The son of a powerful man. But beyond that, no one in the Resistance knew much about him. Poe had, over the time they had been together (if that’s what you call their arrangement), seen glimpses under that shell. In silent moments, a twist of words. But Poe never pushed. He never questioned. Whatever they were, they weren’t confidants.
The cries snapped Poe out of sleep. His body used to having to wake up at the shortest moment to spring into action. A nightmare from the usually unflappable general. Proof that Hux was human after all.
The pilot shifted closer, a hand settling on Hux’s arm, squeezing gently. “Hux,” soft at first, but the squeeze became a shake. “Wake up, Armitage.”
Poe pulled his hand away when Armitage finally snapped awake, looking like a startled animal. There’s no judgement, no questioning. Just a soft look of understanding. Their fears were different, but Poe knew what nightmares could do.
His body relaxed back to the bed, his hand returning to Hux’s arm. “You don’t have to apologize for a nightmare,” his voice soft in the dark room. If their situation was different, he would say more. Poe wasn’t sure how much comfort to offer. But he’s there, body close. There for him without saying a word.
You find yourself face to face with your friend. Mentor. Assassin. He carries an expression of scorn. Brows furrowed, tusks bared in of disgust. How could he not hate you? You were a mage. When he speaks his words are foreign and lost to you - the harsh words of his native tongue. A large hand grips about your throat and depriving you of the air you so desperately need, claws digging into skin. You taste blood in your mouth as you fade, golden gaze remaining like pixies in the dark.
-Nightmares;
Hope wakes with a start, eyes glowing dimly where she leans against the wall of the cave, gasping for air. This was...new. She's grown used to nightmares, but hers were always so similar, only ever about one thing.
A hand raises to her throat, and she can swear that she can still taste blood, feel the sharp pain of claws digging into flesh. Angor... He'd...he'd killed her. Would he ever do that to her?
She casts a glance around the cave, noting that darkness has fallen outside. The assassin isn't there. He must have gone hunting...
" Didn' t you dream to be like me one day ? " A dark chuckle escapes the silhouette , teeth visible as he snarled. One golden orb glistening in the darkness. " You had such big dreams right ? To be a guard yourself one day . " The black abyss is blending into the figure , boots echoing as he walks closer and closer . " I thought it was bad to follow blindly after ya ' idols ? " He jokes , a grin reaching his eye . Arms pan out , in gesture to something around him . " Is this what you want ? "
On the ground , lay still forms of - people close to him . Only barely visible in the darkness . A crackle erupts from the man , the scenario reflecting - as if it were meant to reflect / his / own reflection . " Don't you see ? It' s all your fault. get it memorised - you became your idol's alright . " The silhouette changes , the darkness taking form of - himself . With dull grey hair and golden eyes. " And whatever you do - won ' t change that. Chasing after shadows is pointless . "
-- @kukanorrow
He wakes up with a scream caught in his throat, hand half-raised as if reaching out to the bodies of the others. Sora, Riku, Kairi, Namine, Roxas, Xion, Isa---
He nearly falls twice on his way scrambling out of bed and to the bathroom, turning the light on and clutching the sink, staring at his own reflection. Red hair. Green eyes. Green eyes.
He leans his head against the mirror and breathes slowly, trying to calm down.
“That isn’t me,” he says quietly. “And it isn’t you, either.”
Not him, and not the man he’d looked up to. Never would be. Never will be.
Sobs of terror ripped from the soldier’s lungs as he held tightly onto the other’s body, grasping at their back with his hands, tears running down his scarred face as he did so.
“I.......I died again, I got caught in the explosion again and I could feel it all, the fire ripping at my flesh, shrapnel tearing through my body, I could feel every thing.” he’d stammer out, his voice hoarse from the sobbing, his body still shaking from what he had experienced.
She shivered,
goose flesh invading her whole body even as she
rubbed her hands together. She should have worn
her new sweater-- but she didn’t have the time and
she knew if she took the chance, they would wake
up...and she wouldn’t be able to see the rainbow.
How stupid, one might think, for someone to think
a rainbow would be visible at night, but the five-
year old would fight tooth and nail to prove it. After
all, this would be the third night she’d sneak out
to see it- a rainbow bird.
It was initially a dare. Three days ago, a child she has
never seen before (as Pallet is an incredibly small town)
told her that at night, inside the small forest at the other
side of the playground, a fairy would show up. And said
fairy would grant her a wish if she were a nice kid.
And Blue was! Blue was extra nice, actually. She’d
never complain about her parents not being at home
most of the time and she accepts anything her father
brings her.. when he comes home from that place he
calls work-- or sometimes Tiksi, as he so often called the
place. See? She’s a nice kid! There’s no way the fairy
wouldn’t grant her wish, right?
But there was no fairy. What she found was a bid.
A HUGE one! And it had so many colors. Well, it
could still be the fairy she had been waiting for, right?
The first night had been uneventful. The bird flew away
the moment she stepped close. Perhaps she scared it,
she realized. So the next day, she brought bread with
her.
An yes! The rainbow bird stayed. It was so warm, it was like
magic. Oh, the bird might actually be the fairy! But when the
bird finished the bread, it flew. She tried so hard to catch up to
it, but there was no way a toddler could have been able to.
So tonight, she brought more bread, and trinkets- her
mother’s. The little earrings were so shiny she thought
the bird might like it. Sometimes birds like shiny things,
right?
But the usual place was empty and dark, it scared her.
She couldn’t possibly run back home now though-- she
took a wrong turn, she realized. But how weird that there
was no moon nor stars. And the more she walked, the
darker it became.
Her legs struggled to keep moving-- because there was a
crying of sorts. And it was not until her bag of goods fell to
her feet that she realized the crying had not been following
her, she was the one who had been crying all along!
How silly, Mama could have clicked her tongue. Little
Princesses didn’t cry easily, as she would always say.
But she cried, and cried, and cried.
Because she’s lost, and it is so dark, and there was no
fairy rainbow bird, and she might never see her family
ever again. The forest ate her! Mama warned her not
to go into the forest since it eats people-- but she didn’t
listen. So now the forest ate her. Everything was so black--
but then a strange red circle appeared.
She walked toward it-- and the red circle became two red circles.
And the two became four-- became millions. And there was a
horrible cawing, screaming, fluttering.
BIRDS! Birds everywhere. It wasn’t her fairy rainbow bird. It was all
black and there were millions of them.
She screamed and ran- pitiful child, scraping her knee. Her skirt
caught-- there were hands! Skinny and black, scary hands grabbing
and pulling at her as she ran and ran and ran.
She was going to explode.
Her lungs ached. Everything hurt.
Her face was sticky with tears.
And her eyes are not working
(after all, she could see nothing but BLACK)
AND SHE FELL
and fell
and fell,
she was going to die.
Only she didn’t feel the ground- even if there was an impact.
The ground could not have been soft, right?
But underneath her was soft and warm.
Finally, she opened her eyes.
OH! Her fairy rainbow bird!
Relief choked her as she buried her face at its soft feathers.
“Home..” she croaked. She wanted to go home.
Kurashi woken up when he has heard his name being screamed out. He laid silently when Masaomi sat up on the bed beside him, the vampire’s breathing heavy, though probably just from the force of a habit. He didn’t move or say anything when the blond stood up and left, but once he came back, the mangaka turned and smiled softly on his boyfriend, looking at him with soft, caring eyes.
He knew what was the problem.
“Are you having nightmares again?”
Masaomi’s reply made his heart ache, and he wrapped his arms tightly around the other. It was in the moments like these that he understood why Masaomi never changed his previous human lover. He was scared... and maybe, so was she. And maybe, Kurashi didn’t love the blond as much as she has... after all, even Masaomi’s nightmares and his fear couldn’t falter his resolve to change into a vampire. Kurashi’s desire to never leave Masaomi was stronger than his guilt for causing the blond so much worry.
“Then you will just be having a harder time for the next month.” he breathed into Masaomi’s neck, rubbing his back in little circles. He let the blond kiss and hold him all he wanted, smiling and kissing him right back. “We both know that. It’s inevitable, so let us just get it over with. If we keep putting it away, you’re just going to grow more and more anxious.” Kurashi reached his hand, gently caressing Masaomi’s cheek.
“My love, I don’t believe even death itself could stop me from staying with you. It’s maybe not certain if I will survive the change, but I know I will.”
I didn’t have a good christmas eve. When I was finally alone I cried myself to sleep and had horribl nightmares, some in which I was trying to kill myself. Right now I’m not feeling depressed like that, just empty. I really need some distractions and I hope today is better...
