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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[lethechained]

There was a moment of quiet between when she heard her name and when Naminé spoke as she tried to suck in another breath. When she did speak, it was with an almost startlingly effective attempt at sounding calm (because even if the dreams had shaken her, the one that had been hers had also reminded her that... what right did she have to be upset? No heart, no value, no purpose, and in that thought, she found a most bizzare strength). And she said, "It's okay. It was just a dream. It's over now."

And even she wasn't sure who she was speaking to, whether it was herself or Dawn or Xion or Rion, because maybe all of them needed it at least a little bit. But she heard that plea, and turned automatically in the direction it had come from, hoping, shamefully, that her part in this distress had been small. "Xion?"

[championship]

It's over - for now, Dawn wants to say with uncharacteristic bitterness. After all, like every month like clockwork, the tower will be back and with it, more dreams of twisted thoughts and emotions.

Almost immediately, she feels ashamed at her thoughts and she tries to ignore the tiny part of her that persists, a small, nasty voice that'd begun to slowly grow--

It was something of a relief when she heard Xion's cry for help, although her guilt and shame doubles, but she quickly shoves those, along with her darker thoughts; replaced by concern for Xion.

"What's wrong...?" Dawn asks, sitting up from the bed, one hand half-raised in her direction.

[quietestheart]

Help, she said. Help. He was here and she was still calling for help. Was it him that was doing it, was causing her to need help? He's not sure whether to pull away from her or hold tighter, and there's a moment where his grip goes slack around her, still staring, looking into the back of her coat like he's not sure what he's supposed to do.

His breathing's getting louder, pained, labored breathing, as his tears keep falling. Maybe she'd seen it, thought that he was going to do that, that he was going to give up, and he had no way of telling her.

If he could, he'd ask for help too, but...

[chisonooggi]

She wants to move away, she wants to move away now, and she wants to get up and run out of the room and down the hall and out the door and all the way to the beach, or to the stream, or towards the forest, or anyplace that was simply not here right now.

And it was so many things, and it wasn't anything at all, and she could hear his breathing, and she knew he was crying. She knew he was crying and it was all her fault, this whole thing was all her fault, and he was going to snap her in half like the seashell.

He was going to get rid of her just like that and she couldn't do anything about it. But she could do one thing, and she could try and stay and be Xion right now.

"Rion's upset," She said softly, her voice shaky as her body went still. She could feel her bangs against her forehead and she tried to stay in the here and now. "Please help him." She said, and she closed her eyes and her bangs were gone and she said it louder.

"Please help us!"

[lethechained]

Sitting up straighter as she heard the shake in Xion's voice, Naminé tried in vain to peer through the darkness in the direction it had come from. Already beginning to push aside the cover she'd been using (it was a mess; she'd been moving around in her sleep again, like that last time those nightmares had gone around), she said, much more firmly than the voice that had warranted it, "What do you need?"

Because she wasn't sure what else to say. She was almost expecting someone, anyone, to tell her that they didn't want anything from her, that they had seen that dream and were as disgusted with her as she was, but those words had yet to come and until they did-- she would do her best.