Dream ☁ 07
Warnings: Typical dream non!linearity, references to human experimentation.
Dream Effects: Lucidity. There's a sense of "knowing what's going on" throughout it all (when clearly you don't actually have any idea). Bursts of fear throughout it all, some sort of acceptance when the fall stops, and finally a dropping sense of losing everything all over again.
It started innocently enough.
Enough so that Tokito was aware of having slipped from one dream to another, aware of it not being real.
He was sitting on the grass, the blades tickling at the space between bare toes. His older brother was sitting a ways off, a book in his lap as he sat on the park bench. A series of barks brought Tokito's attention to where a small child was playing with a dog. Nearby, he knew was another boy more around his age - he just wasn't in view at the moment.
(He was aware of it not being real. He didn't know who his older brother was. He didn't have a younger brother. No dog. Ken wasn't actually family.
All of it wasn't real. None of it was true.)
And then came the darkness.
Everything was dark. Nothing wasn't dark. No, it wasn't that everything was dark, rather, darkness had replaced everything so all there was was darkness. There was no "nothing", no "everything", no "anything". There was only darkness.
It was like drowning, had he known what drowning felt like - except a part of him did know. Knew the choking sensation, the hopeless feeling, the heaviness in his limbs.
More importantly, it hurt.
It was darkness, but it was more than darkness. It was darkness with him in it, and that made all the difference because that meant someone else was in it too.
A needle. It wasn't dark. Light glinted off the needle, but he was frozen as it was plunged into his arm. And again. And again.
It hurt.
"What hurts, Onii-chan?"
Tokito groaned, sitting up. "Huh? Hurts? It's not that bad, really..."
"Huh, really? Could've fooled me."
Another groan. "Jeez, it was just --" he began to say, before something roared behind him, and a sense of dread bubbled upwards. "Run," he finished instead, scooping up the child and doing exactly that.
Dinosaurs, a part of him supplied, and his blood ran cold.
He ran.
Running, running, running
The rhythmical pounding of bare feet against rough concrete sending up pebbles that scatter behind him and shocks that jolt up through bone far too long unused to such battery. Wind through hair and ocean spray against face, salt stinging harshly against abraded skin.
Tiny jagged edges like a serrated knife tear against the bottom of his feet - the shouts continue behind him but already they are far behind -
Limbs flailing as wind rushes past as he falls faster and faster and it's panic that gathers in his chest now rising before it clogs his throat and pulls at his vocal cords and -
it stopped.
Instead, he could feel the air rushing underneath his wings, the wind ruffling feathers the wrong way here and there but before long everything was the right way up and he was no longer falling.
Instead, he was flying.
A shout brought him out of his momentary daze - they had caught up. How? They shouldn't have! Desperately, he turned to fly away, somehow, anyhow, but they didn't work like he wanted them to, he couldn't move.
bang
A graze against his arm.
bang
It hurt, Tokito hissing as he clutched at his other arm.
bang
And it was as if fire had spread through his body, starting from the foreign appendages attached to his back, flowing through the joints until it hurt hurt hurt.
- the splash of water as he plunges down, down, down into darkness that doesn't seem to want to end. Darkness and night and nothing he can see -
- - -
[Tokito awoke, his shirt drenched with sweat. Grumbling, he snatched automatically at the Dreamberry. Partially to check the time, partially to shut it off if it was recording again.
Something, however, was strangely different. Strange enough to prompt him to tentatively pull off his right glove.]
Huh!?
[He sits up in surprise - and is promptly greeted by some crashing. The Dreamberry may pick up some cursing, but it too has fallen somewhere.]
What the fuck?
[And, when Tokito picks up the Dreamberry again, the reason for the expletives becomes more obvious - when the bloody hell did he grow wings? Two large, grey things protrude from behind him. Kubota, you may wake up with wing-induced bruises on your face \o/]
[[ooc: yup. wings. IDK MAN I JUST WANTED THEM OKAY. And he'll have a bullet wound on the right wing and left forearm too. And, just for now, his right hand will be normal \o/]]
Dream Effects: Lucidity. There's a sense of "knowing what's going on" throughout it all (when clearly you don't actually have any idea). Bursts of fear throughout it all, some sort of acceptance when the fall stops, and finally a dropping sense of losing everything all over again.
It started innocently enough.
Enough so that Tokito was aware of having slipped from one dream to another, aware of it not being real.
He was sitting on the grass, the blades tickling at the space between bare toes. His older brother was sitting a ways off, a book in his lap as he sat on the park bench. A series of barks brought Tokito's attention to where a small child was playing with a dog. Nearby, he knew was another boy more around his age - he just wasn't in view at the moment.
(He was aware of it not being real. He didn't know who his older brother was. He didn't have a younger brother. No dog. Ken wasn't actually family.
All of it wasn't real. None of it was true.)
And then came the darkness.
Everything was dark. Nothing wasn't dark. No, it wasn't that everything was dark, rather, darkness had replaced everything so all there was was darkness. There was no "nothing", no "everything", no "anything". There was only darkness.
It was like drowning, had he known what drowning felt like - except a part of him did know. Knew the choking sensation, the hopeless feeling, the heaviness in his limbs.
More importantly, it hurt.
It was darkness, but it was more than darkness. It was darkness with him in it, and that made all the difference because that meant someone else was in it too.
A needle. It wasn't dark. Light glinted off the needle, but he was frozen as it was plunged into his arm. And again. And again.
It hurt.
"What hurts, Onii-chan?"
Tokito groaned, sitting up. "Huh? Hurts? It's not that bad, really..."
"Huh, really? Could've fooled me."
Another groan. "Jeez, it was just --" he began to say, before something roared behind him, and a sense of dread bubbled upwards. "Run," he finished instead, scooping up the child and doing exactly that.
Dinosaurs, a part of him supplied, and his blood ran cold.
He ran.
Running, running, running
The rhythmical pounding of bare feet against rough concrete sending up pebbles that scatter behind him and shocks that jolt up through bone far too long unused to such battery. Wind through hair and ocean spray against face, salt stinging harshly against abraded skin.
Tiny jagged edges like a serrated knife tear against the bottom of his feet - the shouts continue behind him but already they are far behind -
Limbs flailing as wind rushes past as he falls faster and faster and it's panic that gathers in his chest now rising before it clogs his throat and pulls at his vocal cords and -
it stopped.
Instead, he could feel the air rushing underneath his wings, the wind ruffling feathers the wrong way here and there but before long everything was the right way up and he was no longer falling.
Instead, he was flying.
A shout brought him out of his momentary daze - they had caught up. How? They shouldn't have! Desperately, he turned to fly away, somehow, anyhow, but they didn't work like he wanted them to, he couldn't move.
bang
A graze against his arm.
bang
It hurt, Tokito hissing as he clutched at his other arm.
bang
And it was as if fire had spread through his body, starting from the foreign appendages attached to his back, flowing through the joints until it hurt hurt hurt.
- the splash of water as he plunges down, down, down into darkness that doesn't seem to want to end. Darkness and night and nothing he can see -
- - -
[Tokito awoke, his shirt drenched with sweat. Grumbling, he snatched automatically at the Dreamberry. Partially to check the time, partially to shut it off if it was recording again.
Something, however, was strangely different. Strange enough to prompt him to tentatively pull off his right glove.]
Huh!?
[He sits up in surprise - and is promptly greeted by some crashing. The Dreamberry may pick up some cursing, but it too has fallen somewhere.]
What the fuck?
[And, when Tokito picks up the Dreamberry again, the reason for the expletives becomes more obvious - when the bloody hell did he grow wings? Two large, grey things protrude from behind him. Kubota, you may wake up with wing-induced bruises on your face \o/]
[[ooc: yup. wings. IDK MAN I JUST WANTED THEM OKAY. And he'll have a bullet wound on the right wing and left forearm too. And, just for now, his right hand will be normal \o/]]