Dream ✍ 003

[chose_death]

Warnings: Heavily implicated death. Spoilers for Les Misérables... If, you know, people are concerned with spoilers for 19th century lit.
Dream Effect: [OPTIONAL] Those who choose to feel it will get slammed in the face with a fluctuation of emotions as written. If you opt in for sensation, as well, stick to what's written - there will be a

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[stole_bread]

[Remaining silent as he always does when observing the younger man's dreams and video posts, it isn't until the end of the dream that Valjean manages to utter out a few syllables, his mind completely blown by the ordeal.

As with the others who have witnessed this new phenomenon during the Inspector's dream broadcast, he feels each sensation intensely, the macabre awareness of suffocation frightening the old man much more than he would ever care to admit.

What dream was this? A dream of Javert's death? No, his suicide? Yes, it had been a suicide, there was no doubt in that now.]

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[stole_bread]

Javert-... [Fauchelevent's throat catches uncharacteristically. He is clearly shaken by everything in the dream, but most specifically, the ending. Though the man has condemned himself to death and whatever lay waiting for him afterword, the Inspector walks proudly, without haste to his final destination. It feels almost inhuman.

And, of course, there is the other concern in the kind man's heart. What if his Alice was to lay eyes upon this? It would scare her to death, the innocent soul.

But he has already spoken Javert's name. He must continue. There will be time to speak with the girl later.

There is much he'd like to say, but to confront the man so bluntly about his personal and private reasons for committing such a sin would be very wrong, especially given their already strained relationship.]

80 francs? For such a brief ride?

[chose_death]

[Javert halts at the sound of his name in Fauchelevent's voice. Once upon a time, Javert would have demanded the old man to call him Monsieur L'Inspecteur. Those days were long gone.

When the Inspector lifts the feed to his face, his expression says it all: Yes, of course. It's you. Javert's spectre.

His lips retract, his teeth and gums bared in a macabre mockery of a grin.]

The dead boy, the insurgent, made a mess, if I recall. Remember upholstery is expensive.

[stole_bread]

[Fauchelevent notices the look and identifies the meaning behind it easily. His opinion is neither needed or wanted.

Though Javert may grin unpleasantly, the other man's face remains as passive as always, no sign of emotion after he has recovered from that intensity of viewing such a dream.]

...He was not yet dead. You were too quick to judge.

[lookatmybadge]

[Fear, panic and suffocation. To drown wouldn't be a pleasant experience, but that was something Phoenix had already figured on his own-- but to go through it? He could feel his throat constricting, taking a good lungful of air to imaginary sensations that shocked him more than he'd like to let on, though the fear was obvious. It was too personal for him-- he could taste the water, feel the undercurrent trying to grab at his ankles as his memory relived the moment he plummeted into Dusky River; the chilled water felt like knives against his skin and the shock literally took his breath away as well as his consciousness

This doesn't really answer your question, Feenie.

[chose_death]

[This time, the feed is on Phoenix's face, and Javert can view the effects that others had claimed firsthand. The emotion written on Phoenix's face was undeniable; the man wears his heart on his sleeve, so he is quite easy to read.

Throughout Wright's ordeal, Javert's cold expression slowly morphs. His brow furrows a little deeper with each second, the curve of his lip inching further down his his face, the age lines becoming ever more prominent. It is violating, for a mere viewing to result in this effect.

But it is also curious. Why is it occurring now?

Coldly, Javert says,]

I appear to bear some semblance to life.