|| Dream 6 ||
Warnings: Violence, child abuse, animal abuse.
Dream Effects: Fear, pain (a lot of it), frustration, being trapped, helplessness, blankness.
[He's standing in that area, next to the white bed, staring up at the sky.
"You -know- I don't like it when you defy me."
He's picked up and the golden light comes, tearing into his very heart and soul and mind, pulling, leaving him with less than he had before -
(the castle where he died, and the emptiness when he came back)
- with nothing but pain and suffering and he doesn't know what's real anymore -
(the man staring down at him, smelling of alcohol and raising a hand to him, smacking him)
- with nothing but the sound of his own voice screaming in his ears -
(being captured by the Crimson Knights, and shoved into a small cell and left alone - he wanted to be alone, but not like this, not restricted)
- and nothing but the barest shell of who he was, his own identity -
(a tiny, shivering kitten, and a larger hand that picks it up, snatching it out of the child's warm grasp, away from the milk that was being fed to the small thing, laughing cruelly)
- and not
knowing
anything
at all.
...
... And finally, it stopped. The world was broken... shards of a viewpoint scattered all over his mind, some of them too damaged to even begin to hope that they could ever be put back into place.
"Who am I?
I'm lost.
I want to go home."]
[Tsukasa curls up into a tight ball. People saw it, they'll keep seeing it... what's the point of even trying to filter it?]
[He stays still for a long time before he finally works up the will to reach over and shut the Dreamberry off.]
Dream Effects: Fear, pain (a lot of it), frustration, being trapped, helplessness, blankness.
[He's standing in that area, next to the white bed, staring up at the sky.
"You -know- I don't like it when you defy me."
He's picked up and the golden light comes, tearing into his very heart and soul and mind, pulling, leaving him with less than he had before -
(the castle where he died, and the emptiness when he came back)
- with nothing but pain and suffering and he doesn't know what's real anymore -
(the man staring down at him, smelling of alcohol and raising a hand to him, smacking him)
- with nothing but the sound of his own voice screaming in his ears -
(being captured by the Crimson Knights, and shoved into a small cell and left alone - he wanted to be alone, but not like this, not restricted)
- and nothing but the barest shell of who he was, his own identity -
(a tiny, shivering kitten, and a larger hand that picks it up, snatching it out of the child's warm grasp, away from the milk that was being fed to the small thing, laughing cruelly)
- and not
knowing
anything
at all.
...
... And finally, it stopped. The world was broken... shards of a viewpoint scattered all over his mind, some of them too damaged to even begin to hope that they could ever be put back into place.
"Who am I?
I'm lost.
I want to go home."]
[Tsukasa curls up into a tight ball. People saw it, they'll keep seeing it... what's the point of even trying to filter it?]
[He stays still for a long time before he finally works up the will to reach over and shut the Dreamberry off.]