[RP] Sleep, the great healer. Or not.
Since it's been a little while since the last Tally-fic :)
Tally opened her eyes to midnight darkness. Again.
Her arms flared with agony, and she curled up under her covers and tried to suppress a whimper. Surely she hadn’t burned herself in her sleep, her Fire never got that out of control.
But when, wincing, she drew one arm out from under the blankets her skin was smooth, white, unmarked, not red and blistered as she had feared. As it felt.
Why was she dreaming these things? She’d never been given to fantasies, so why was she dreaming in ridiculous detail of dungeons and sacrifices, or of priestesses and temples and parched plains under skies bluer and hotter even than home? And why did these strange dreams always seem to end in loss and pain that stayed with her into waking?
The burning was starting to ease a little now. Poor little girl, she thought. Burned and scared and hiding in darkness on the brightest day of her life, as everyone and everything she’d known was cut down around her. What was wrong with her mind that she was dreaming such things?
The pain was almost gone now. There was no need to wake Magus de Seth again. No need to worry her again with the raw savagery of her nightmares. Even though this one hadn't been quite so bad as the last - her mind still flinched away from that memory of dying alone in the dark, her very soul bleeding from the wound in her chest - it was still very far away from normal, and the Arcanum noticed that sort of thing.
Maybe she should talk to Jenna in the morning. But no, Jenna had enough to worry about that was real, without worrying about phantoms as well. And besides, what if the nightmares were a sign that she was becoming unstable? They would turn her away, stop her learning magic, beautiful, wonderful magic...
Talisee slipped back into sleep, still undecided.
Tally opened her eyes to midnight darkness. Again.
Her arms flared with agony, and she curled up under her covers and tried to suppress a whimper. Surely she hadn’t burned herself in her sleep, her Fire never got that out of control.
But when, wincing, she drew one arm out from under the blankets her skin was smooth, white, unmarked, not red and blistered as she had feared. As it felt.
Why was she dreaming these things? She’d never been given to fantasies, so why was she dreaming in ridiculous detail of dungeons and sacrifices, or of priestesses and temples and parched plains under skies bluer and hotter even than home? And why did these strange dreams always seem to end in loss and pain that stayed with her into waking?
The burning was starting to ease a little now. Poor little girl, she thought. Burned and scared and hiding in darkness on the brightest day of her life, as everyone and everything she’d known was cut down around her. What was wrong with her mind that she was dreaming such things?
The pain was almost gone now. There was no need to wake Magus de Seth again. No need to worry her again with the raw savagery of her nightmares. Even though this one hadn't been quite so bad as the last - her mind still flinched away from that memory of dying alone in the dark, her very soul bleeding from the wound in her chest - it was still very far away from normal, and the Arcanum noticed that sort of thing.
Maybe she should talk to Jenna in the morning. But no, Jenna had enough to worry about that was real, without worrying about phantoms as well. And besides, what if the nightmares were a sign that she was becoming unstable? They would turn her away, stop her learning magic, beautiful, wonderful magic...
Talisee slipped back into sleep, still undecided.