An ugly fact of life

[quietestheart]

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.

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[chisonooggi]

She hadn't screamed like before this time. Instead, all she could do was lie awake, eyes wide with unseen terror, the room too dark to make out any real details, though she could still see everything in her head.

She was being held down, and there was a moment of panic where she began to struggle, and then stopped. The tears against her back made her stop, and she knew who it was who was holding her down.

But now that she knew, she couldn't stop shaking, and the desire to get far far away came over her again. Because seeing that seashell snap in two made her realize she could as well.

She wondered what her face looked like right now, because she could almost feel her hair changing.

[lethechained]

Naminé woke up with her lungs burning for air. Without even a conscious though, she obliged it, drawing in a sudden breath. Her eyes were wide open, horror lurking somewhere underneath the blue. Part of that had been hers. It had been many of the thoughts she'd never dare let herself have, never have ever wanted anyone else to know about, and now-- and it wasn't just her, there'd been Xion, and Rion, and-- and oh. Oh, no. Xion.

Almost-embarrassment burned and tickled her skin as she sat up suddenly, exhaling. One hand went up to press over her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut again. It wasn't just what they'd seen from her, it was-- with Zexion and that other man and-- her shoulders shook as she shuddered, trying to swallow away that icy chill and failing. The others had to have been awake by now, but could she face them, after that? ...Was there really any choice? Because no matter what they might think of her--... now was the time when one really needed a friend.

[championship]

Turmoil roiled within Dawn, who simply laid unmoving for now, eyes still closed. The Tower and its dreams may be now gone, but the vivid memories still remain - the emotions, the visions, the thoughts, all tangled up into a ball that's left for her to unravel; she wants to shove it aside, to forget about it completely, but she can't, it won't go away no matter how much she wants to ignore it--

They're just dreams, Dawn tells herself silently. Dreams of the past, dreams that of a future never to come. And she knows that none of the dreams were hers - yet she feels dirty, as if she'd been peeping through a one-way window, where she saw all but shared nothing.

Movement causes her eyes to flutter open automatically, but she doesn't move, not yet.

"Namine?" she asks softly, not knowing what else to say.

[quietestheart]

Dawn's awake too, he can hear her, and he thinks Namine's awake too, which means he's holding onto Xion. Which is probably for the best, because he can't let go and he can't stop crying silently and he wants her to look at him, to tell him everything's going to be okay, or either one of them too, Nami or Dawn. Just that everything will be alright.

That it's okay. That maybe he's wrong about himself. He'd seen what Namine's dream was, what Xion's dream was, but they weren't the same, they weren't every thing that they'd feared and worried about at once like his was.

Right now, he wants to get away too, he wants to be anywhere else but he wants them to tell him it's okay, too. What he really wants is a mother-figure to tell him things are okay, like Zelda, or Galatea, or Yuuko, but they're all gone now and there's nobody left for him.

Another pang goes through him and his fingers grip into Xion tighter, clutching at her coat.

[chisonooggi]

She can't move still; she feels like she's paralyzed in place, while in her head she's kicking and screaming, yelling at him to let go, yelling at Namine to look away, for Dawn to look away, for Riqis to just let her leave before she hurt anyone. But its all in her head, and she shuts her eyes tight.

Her dream was almost standard now, something she was used to when she closed her eyes. His dream was terrifying, and in the end, she had gone and done what Mhaya wanted, though she still wasn't too sure.

Xion just stares out into the darkness, making out the shapes of Namine and Dawn, and she doesn't know what to do.

"Help..." She says softly, loud enough to be heard, as she feels spiky hair against her cheek, her hood up. She wanted to tell him to let go but she couldn't. Not right now.