OPEN LOG: Lavi & ?? [[Nightmares and Magic - IN PROGRESS]]
Who: Lavi and whoever might be in the house at the time.
What: Though he may be regressed into a catatonic state, Lavi's mind is not about to let him forget what happened. His dreams continue to torment him, bringing out something he didn't know he had before.
When: Current
Where: His home.
Summary: ...see "What."
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of Malnosso torture?
Lavi lay in bed, seemingly peaceful for the moment. Most times now, it was difficult to tell whether he was asleep or awake, as his eye was barely half-open even when he wasn't asleep. Now, he blinked a few times, slowly, then closed his eye, his breathing evening out as he drifted off.
Barely a few minutes later, however, his brow furrowed and his eyelashes fluttered as his eye moved rapidly back and forth behind his closed lid.
A grinning face, his own, splattered with blood as the screams of his friends echoed... or was that his own voice screaming?
"N... n-nnn..."
No, now he was the one holding the knife, a thrill running through his veins as he stared down at the mutilated bodies of his comrades... those he wasn't supposed to have, so he'd killed them...
"Nnn!"
Lavi's body curled restlessly, his hands twitching, small, barely visible sparks dancing over his fingertips.
A horrible laugh, echoing in his ears, coming from his own throat, raw from screaming or laughing. He watched as the other "him"... no, he was doing it himself... licking the blood from the knife. Allen twitched, still alive, and the other... no, he... reached down and plunged the dagger through his heart...
"NO!! ALLEN!!" Lavi screamed, sitting bolt upright in the bed, his eye wide. In that instant, across the room, the chest of drawers with the mirror atop it burst into bright flames.
What: Though he may be regressed into a catatonic state, Lavi's mind is not about to let him forget what happened. His dreams continue to torment him, bringing out something he didn't know he had before.
When: Current
Where: His home.
Summary: ...see "What."
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of Malnosso torture?
Lavi lay in bed, seemingly peaceful for the moment. Most times now, it was difficult to tell whether he was asleep or awake, as his eye was barely half-open even when he wasn't asleep. Now, he blinked a few times, slowly, then closed his eye, his breathing evening out as he drifted off.
Barely a few minutes later, however, his brow furrowed and his eyelashes fluttered as his eye moved rapidly back and forth behind his closed lid.
A grinning face, his own, splattered with blood as the screams of his friends echoed... or was that his own voice screaming?
"N... n-nnn..."
No, now he was the one holding the knife, a thrill running through his veins as he stared down at the mutilated bodies of his comrades... those he wasn't supposed to have, so he'd killed them...
"Nnn!"
Lavi's body curled restlessly, his hands twitching, small, barely visible sparks dancing over his fingertips.
A horrible laugh, echoing in his ears, coming from his own throat, raw from screaming or laughing. He watched as the other "him"... no, he was doing it himself... licking the blood from the knife. Allen twitched, still alive, and the other... no, he... reached down and plunged the dagger through his heart...
"NO!! ALLEN!!" Lavi screamed, sitting bolt upright in the bed, his eye wide. In that instant, across the room, the chest of drawers with the mirror atop it burst into bright flames.