An ugly fact of life
Who: Rion (quietestheart), Xion (chisonooggi), Dawn (trainer_dawn), and Namine (lethechained)
Where: Dawn's room at the Sanctuary.
When: Right after the Dark Tower dreams, the night of April 2nd.
Summary: Comfort and talking after the Dark Tower brings its new fun.
Rating: PG-13 for dream content.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rion was up in a cold sweat, his arms wrapped around someone - he thought it was Xion, he wasn't sure though, because he'd been over with Dawn and Namine. He was still there. That's right. His eyes were open, looking around in a panic, not wanting to let go of the girl he was holding onto (and even in the darkness he wasn't sure that it was Xion, and even if it wasn't, he didn't want to let go).
They'd seen everything. All of it. All of his fears, all of his worries, all of his problems laid bare, all at once. All the embarrassing things, everything that he didn't want anyone else to see, to know about. How were they supposed to have faith in him when--
When he couldn't even trust himself to not screw things up?
He quietly buried his head into whoever he's holding onto, but the shaking might have woken them up. He wasn't sure if he could take much more of this. Normally the dreams were something that involved other people, not him, and he saw bits and pieces. The dream itself wasn't the problem for him - it was that everyone else knew about him, too. Knew that he didn't think he was good enough, and if he didn't think he was good enough, how could anyone else?
Fuck. Tears started going down his face, his mouth making soundless sobs. Sorry, whoever he was holding onto; he probably woke you up.
Where: Dawn's room at the Sanctuary.
When: Right after the Dark Tower dreams, the night of April 2nd.
Summary: Comfort and talking after the Dark Tower brings its new fun.
Rating: PG-13 for dream content.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rion was up in a cold sweat, his arms wrapped around someone - he thought it was Xion, he wasn't sure though, because he'd been over with Dawn and Namine. He was still there. That's right. His eyes were open, looking around in a panic, not wanting to let go of the girl he was holding onto (and even in the darkness he wasn't sure that it was Xion, and even if it wasn't, he didn't want to let go).
They'd seen everything. All of it. All of his fears, all of his worries, all of his problems laid bare, all at once. All the embarrassing things, everything that he didn't want anyone else to see, to know about. How were they supposed to have faith in him when--
When he couldn't even trust himself to not screw things up?
He quietly buried his head into whoever he's holding onto, but the shaking might have woken them up. He wasn't sure if he could take much more of this. Normally the dreams were something that involved other people, not him, and he saw bits and pieces. The dream itself wasn't the problem for him - it was that everyone else knew about him, too. Knew that he didn't think he was good enough, and if he didn't think he was good enough, how could anyone else?
Fuck. Tears started going down his face, his mouth making soundless sobs. Sorry, whoever he was holding onto; he probably woke you up.