Closed
When; 11/27
Rating; PG at most
Characters; vitalistic and srslynotguy
Summary; Estelle dreams of a " memory" involving killing a dear friend.
Log; [It was vivid. Too vivid. She felt emotionless during this ‘dream’, as if this was what she was to do. That it was necessary, that even if it resulted in this person’s death, it was okay. This person who was someone whom she greatly cared about. …but why? Why was she hurting him?
Why?
Flynn, why was she hurting Flynn? Yet she couldn’t stop herself, nor ccould she bring herself to care in this ‘dream’. No, please don’t die! There has to be something she can do! She’s a healer, right? She can do something, oh, why wasn’t she moving? Oh, there, she was going towards him, everything else around Flynn was fuzzy, but there were other people there, too. Still, she did nothing and naturally they attack her. Why wouldn’t they, if she did something this awful to Flynn?
It was just moments after that that she woke up in a cold sweat. Her heart was beating frantically, in fear for what ‘she’ had just done. Bringing her hand to her chest, she felt her own heart beat pounding, panting away, and trying to calm herself down. Her natural instinct was to find Flynn first and make sure that her dream wasn’t some nasty premonition. It felt so real that in a way, she saw it as such. Making sure she was in suitable dress to leave her room, she walked down the hallway. Her first thought was to go into the kitchen, where she indeed saw Flynn.
A few moments passed as she stared at him, making sure she was okay, making sure she was okay enough to approach him. After some muddled thoughts, she let her instincts take over as she ran up to him, giving him a tight embrace without warning and rested her head against his chest.]
Rating; PG at most
Characters; vitalistic and srslynotguy
Summary; Estelle dreams of a " memory" involving killing a dear friend.
Log; [It was vivid. Too vivid. She felt emotionless during this ‘dream’, as if this was what she was to do. That it was necessary, that even if it resulted in this person’s death, it was okay. This person who was someone whom she greatly cared about. …but why? Why was she hurting him?
Why?
Flynn, why was she hurting Flynn? Yet she couldn’t stop herself, nor ccould she bring herself to care in this ‘dream’. No, please don’t die! There has to be something she can do! She’s a healer, right? She can do something, oh, why wasn’t she moving? Oh, there, she was going towards him, everything else around Flynn was fuzzy, but there were other people there, too. Still, she did nothing and naturally they attack her. Why wouldn’t they, if she did something this awful to Flynn?
It was just moments after that that she woke up in a cold sweat. Her heart was beating frantically, in fear for what ‘she’ had just done. Bringing her hand to her chest, she felt her own heart beat pounding, panting away, and trying to calm herself down. Her natural instinct was to find Flynn first and make sure that her dream wasn’t some nasty premonition. It felt so real that in a way, she saw it as such. Making sure she was in suitable dress to leave her room, she walked down the hallway. Her first thought was to go into the kitchen, where she indeed saw Flynn.
A few moments passed as she stared at him, making sure she was okay, making sure she was okay enough to approach him. After some muddled thoughts, she let her instincts take over as she ran up to him, giving him a tight embrace without warning and rested her head against his chest.]