Dream [008] ☼
[Dream Effect: [Optional] There will be a sense of worry that slowly grows larger and larger until it is simply unbearable, and then just sadness.]
“Romanito?” Spain’s voice was tired and rough and not as cheerful as he could have hoped.
No answer.
He laid his cleaned battleaxe against the wall-the only thing clean of blood, for the liquid stained his clothes, his face-and ran a bloody hand through his hair, not noticing as it left bloody streaks in the brown.
He was so tired, too tired for this.
Spain took a deep breath, stepping forward, eyes weary.
“Romano? Where are you?”
He began to search, at first simply mildly annoyed.
“Are you hiding, Romano?”
No answer. No response. His home was silent.
And Spain was no longer annoyed. No, now he was simply concerned. Despite how his limbs protested the movements, he sped up his search.
“Romano?”
Not there. He wasn’t there? Where had he gone?
Worry edged up on him. What had happened? Had something happened?
“Romano…This isn’t funny. Stop hiding-“
Desperate.
He ran through his home now, disregarding his injuries.
Fear.
“Romano? Romano?!”
Spain stopped, back at the front of his home. He stared for a long moment at the battleaxe leaning against the wall, the steel clean and deadly.
He was gone. His Romanito was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
--
[He wakes up and looks uneasily around, expression panicked and sad. Then he reaches for the Dreamberry to check the contacts list again.]
“Romanito?” Spain’s voice was tired and rough and not as cheerful as he could have hoped.
No answer.
He laid his cleaned battleaxe against the wall-the only thing clean of blood, for the liquid stained his clothes, his face-and ran a bloody hand through his hair, not noticing as it left bloody streaks in the brown.
He was so tired, too tired for this.
Spain took a deep breath, stepping forward, eyes weary.
“Romano? Where are you?”
He began to search, at first simply mildly annoyed.
“Are you hiding, Romano?”
No answer. No response. His home was silent.
And Spain was no longer annoyed. No, now he was simply concerned. Despite how his limbs protested the movements, he sped up his search.
“Romano?”
Not there. He wasn’t there? Where had he gone?
Worry edged up on him. What had happened? Had something happened?
“Romano…This isn’t funny. Stop hiding-“
Desperate.
He ran through his home now, disregarding his injuries.
Fear.
“Romano? Romano?!”
Spain stopped, back at the front of his home. He stared for a long moment at the battleaxe leaning against the wall, the steel clean and deadly.
He was gone. His Romanito was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
--
[He wakes up and looks uneasily around, expression panicked and sad. Then he reaches for the Dreamberry to check the contacts list again.]