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Dream [004] ☼

Sep 17, 2009 17:09

[Warnings for not fun history. No blood or anything, but...]

( “A civil war is not a war, but a sickness. One fights almost against oneself…” )

my people!, !nightmare, bawww, !ic, !somarium, civil wars are not fun, why does it hurt so much?

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rise_to_caesar September 18 2009, 23:01:02 UTC

Hey... You alright?

love_lostomates September 19 2009, 07:12:09 UTC

O-oh...

[He nods, slowly, not quite looking up.]

rise_to_caesar September 19 2009, 17:25:38 UTC

Pretty gruesome dream, huh...

love_lostomates September 19 2009, 18:56:08 UTC

...Y-yeah, it's...

At home, it's not...

[He just shakes his head, still looking down.]

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kyudousha September 19 2009, 21:23:48 UTC

[How the heck did I miss this /sob. Oh Spain. Like I said before, she's been sitting there all this time with her dreamberry pressed against her ear. The moment she hears a gunshot, she immediately becomes intrigued -- oh, how interesting, a gun battle? Damn she wishes she could see this, because this could be potentially enlightening, and it's always most productive to grill somebody when they're in a weakened emotional state, so convinced she was that she was hearing a dream broadcast. And then, she hears an all-too familiar voice, and the darkness folds in upon itself.]

... What... What happened? What just...

Sp- Spain!

love_lostomates September 20 2009, 01:51:23 UTC

[Spain looks up rapidly at the familiar voice, blinking in a baffled way. He hadn't thought that Rita would call him...He had thought that she was, perhaps, still angry at him. But then he realizes that she saw this because he doesn't know otherwise and he looks down rapidly.]

...A-ah...

R-Rita...?

kyudousha September 20 2009, 01:54:09 UTC

... You...

You... Was that. Was that a dream? Tell me it was a dream, okay?

love_lostomates September 20 2009, 01:58:49 UTC

It was...I-it...

[He would love to lie. He would love to. But...He can't keep lying, and it's killing him a little, to keep this all inside, and before he can even think of what he's saying, he whispers quietly.]

N-no...It...

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