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[honest_johns]

It's the wee hours of the morning. There are people still awake in the bar -- there are always people awake in the bar -- but in Alain's room everything is dark and silent, but for slow steady breathing. Two sleepers' breathing, tonight

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's dreaming. It's an old dream, but this time... it's different.

She's lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, the smell of chlorine in her nose and near-unbearable pain in her head. It's dark and cold, and her mother is walking away and... Veronica's crying. She's a ghost, again, wandering Neptune but this time there are no doors. Nothing leads her to Milliways, and the years start to pass as they do in dreams and Lilly is still a ghost and she's trapped and she can never leave...

Just a dream, Lilly tries to tell herself, tossing restlessly in her sleep. It's just a dream, you can wake up, it'll be over because it's not real... but it is real. Somewhere, it's real and Lilly suddenly thinks that maybe... maybe it's real here.

[honest_johns]

He's awake, suddenly, blinking in the dark and unsure of what woke him. Keeping still, his breathing still slow, as he waits to figure it out; training holds.

Lilly mumbles something incoherent, and twitches a little, and then mutters again and rolls away from him restlessly, and he knows.

He rolls onto his side, frowning, and reaches out to run a soothing hand down her arm.

[awesome_lilly]

It's not quite a conscious memory but Lilly's not quite conscious...

Clarence's hand slides down her arm, checking the stiffness of her limbs. He shakes his head. It's no good, she's still warm. She's still *alive,* but he doesn't feel her pulse. Doesn't or won't.

Lilly jerks away from Alain's hand, mumbling incoherently. If you have good ears, you might be able to pick out the word "no." Possibly even the word "ice."

[honest_johns]

His hand freezes, as she jerks away.

A good deal more worried now, "Lilly?" His voice is very low, and rough with sleep.

[awesome_lilly]

Light. Bright light. Lilly is not actually a Gremlin, but her reaction to bright lights in the morning has certain eerie similarities.

She blinks, buries her face in Alain's shoulder.

"Argh. Too fucking bright."

[honest_johns]

"Mmmmf?"

He blinks himself more awake, vaguely aware that as a coherent response that lacks something.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly, her eyes screwed shut, waves one arm sleepily at the light.

"Sun. Bad."

[honest_johns]

"...It's morning, Lilly."

Very amused.