dream ★ 009
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His feet carry him quickly over the familiar roads of Somni, back towards Espoir. He's just left the cafe, after a small lunch with Rena, with a small drink still in hand. He's hurriedly making his way back to the cozy cottage at the corner of the village. The sun is high in the sky, and amount of people lazily ambling about is near a record high. Even though the winter is soon approaching, the weather does not seem to be affecting most people.
When he's closer to the cottage, pausing only to take another sip, he turns his glance to the right. An unexplainable, cold chill had unexpectedly rushed down his spine. No leaves are rustling. In fact, it's a bit warm at the moment.
Oz arches a brow, shrugs indifferently, and takes another step back towards the cottage, only to stop dead in his tracks. A sharp, searing pain shoots through him. Without warning, the fifteen year old drops the drink, unable to hear it as the glass shatters. Instead, his fingers fly to his chest, and he sucks in a deep, pained breath.
"No... not here, not again," he whispers hoarsely, eyebrows furrowing in more of anger than pain. The tough-act doesn't last long, because within another minute, he's on his knees, both hands clutching at his chest, right over where his heart should be.
"Ah...not out here. Not where everyone can see..." His words trail off, regret evident in his voice as he tries to sit back, tries to get the pain to go away. It doesn't work, and he coughs, almost vomiting from the assault on his nervous system.
[ Oz wakes up with a start, hand over his chest, biting his lip. His eyes are shut, and the Dreamberry is to his right, capturing the entire thing. He breaths out weakly through his nose, biting his bottom lip to silence any noise. In fact, he looks just like he did in the dream. A complete, pained wreck. ]
His feet carry him quickly over the familiar roads of Somni, back towards Espoir. He's just left the cafe, after a small lunch with Rena, with a small drink still in hand. He's hurriedly making his way back to the cozy cottage at the corner of the village. The sun is high in the sky, and amount of people lazily ambling about is near a record high. Even though the winter is soon approaching, the weather does not seem to be affecting most people.
When he's closer to the cottage, pausing only to take another sip, he turns his glance to the right. An unexplainable, cold chill had unexpectedly rushed down his spine. No leaves are rustling. In fact, it's a bit warm at the moment.
Oz arches a brow, shrugs indifferently, and takes another step back towards the cottage, only to stop dead in his tracks. A sharp, searing pain shoots through him. Without warning, the fifteen year old drops the drink, unable to hear it as the glass shatters. Instead, his fingers fly to his chest, and he sucks in a deep, pained breath.
"No... not here, not again," he whispers hoarsely, eyebrows furrowing in more of anger than pain. The tough-act doesn't last long, because within another minute, he's on his knees, both hands clutching at his chest, right over where his heart should be.
"Ah...not out here. Not where everyone can see..." His words trail off, regret evident in his voice as he tries to sit back, tries to get the pain to go away. It doesn't work, and he coughs, almost vomiting from the assault on his nervous system.
[ Oz wakes up with a start, hand over his chest, biting his lip. His eyes are shut, and the Dreamberry is to his right, capturing the entire thing. He breaths out weakly through his nose, biting his bottom lip to silence any noise. In fact, he looks just like he did in the dream. A complete, pained wreck. ]