lavender is sure that living is worse (lavishly) wrote in pandorarpg, @ 2012-02-15 00:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, ^date: november 16 2003, character: lavender brown |
Characters: Lavender Brown (with cameos from Dream!Michael & Dream!Greyback)
Setting: Lavender's flat, spans Saturday, but the bulk of it happens sometime around 2am
Rating: NSFW
Summary: After Lavender and mum make her flat liveable again, Lavender gets double nightmares.
After the disaster of Friday, Lavender had needed a break. Not that anything was ever going to help her forget Greyback escaping and showing up in Eastbourne to do goodness knew what and killing her dog in the process. Add that to the fact that Matthew was having the nightmares and Seamus had mentioned Dean and his mum hadn’t shown up when they were meant, well, all she wanted to do was get away from it. So, on Saturday after they buried Baby Girl and made sure the house was secure, Lavender and her mother stuck to the original plan of getting Lavender’s flat back in order. It was a nice sort of thing to focus on. It gave her some sense of purpose – except in the parts where she remembered why they were doing this or that her fish was dead. And that maybe she really wasn’t meant to have pets, which spiraled into the thought that people should just run because she was a natural disaster. It had taken the better part of Saturday to re-secure the wards, remove her flat from the floo network, and generally make it some place she might want to stay. Her garden and plants were in a bit of a state, but nothing that couldn’t be saved. (And she hoped that might somehow apply to people too.) Sylvia stayed through dinner, which she made with Lavender’s assistance, which was about as close to normal as she expected to get. “Are you sure you don’t want to come back with me, lovely?” “I should stay, I can’t stay at home forever.” Wisely Sylvia didn’t argue the point, she just wrapped Lavender in a big hug, kissed her on the cheek and said her goodbyes. "Alright, but I'll see you for brunch tomorrow?" "Of course, mum." It was a fragile sort of choice with a small compromise, but one they knew she would have to make sooner or later for herself if nothing else. After her mum left, she pulled out the big blanket and curled up on her sofa determined to see how many episodes of The Office she could make it through and stave off sleep for a little while and keep the possibility of another dream away. She had briefly considered going through her best Shakespeare film adaptations, but ultimately wanted something funny without the tragedy or ways that those stories might parallel her life. So, the comedic tales of a paper company it was. At some point, Lavender lost the battle against sleep and was found herself back on the beach. Only this time things were better. In the dream, it wasn’t the dreary overcast of mid-November, but rather the tail end of summer - still warm to enjoy being out but just after most of the crowds had gone home. Down the beach a ways, Bailey and Baby Girl were playing in the surf. That just left her and Michael relatively alone. “Hey,” she said, shifting to look at him, a smile spreading across her face. Just like it had been on Friday, the kiss was gentle. Those kisses escalated, leading him backward until he was against the sand. Then there were hands in search of skin not caring for the barrier of clothes in the way or even that they were in public. She lost herself in there, a knot of sensation and just yearning because she wanted him and it was almost too much that she got him. “Michael,” she said, the name slipping form her lips as he flipped them so he was on top. And she was more than willing to let him take the lead because she trusted him. Except then it started to shift. The hands were no longer soft, the intent not so pure. She gasped, eyes opening to see Fenrir Greyback looming above her, twisted, hungry smile on his face. And she screamed, trying to escape, to will herself to wake up, but he just kept holding her down. The world was shifting until it was just the two of them on that beach and there wasn’t a thing she could do, but she never stopped. “You got a bit of fight in you. I like that,” he said, smirk splitting his face further. “But I’ll wear it down, one by one take them all away until I’m finished with you.” He leaned forward, either to bite or kiss her and she really wasn’t sure which was worse. She would never know as the dreamscape shift again, swirling in a stomach turning perspective change until she was stuck staring out from eyes that weren’t hers. The agency of lucid dream was gone, replaced with her strapped to a table until able to do anything, but just lay there and take it. And it was worse. So much worse. The trilling laugh that filled the air seemed to echo, the amusement unhinging her. Although that was nothing compared to the descent of the pixies swarming through the air to bite her. One by one they took pieces of her, devouring her flesh bite as a time. Unlike other times she couldn’t force herself to wake up, tonight she was going to see this through to the end. A scream ripped through her as a pixie bit through far enough to graze the radial nerve in her arm. It set her whole body on fire with pain, worse than she had felt before. There was a scream as another pixie came for her. The pain just as bad this time. Finally, but not soon enough, the world went black, the pain fleeting. And not long after that she woke up, still on her sofa, tears in her eyes. Lavender felt sore all over, more so in her left arm. Except she knew that was mostly in her head, nothing had actually been eating her, her dream just told her that was true and her body was responding. Logically she understood that. What she didn’t understand was the parts before because that was new. Wiping at the tears dried on her face and still coming without her consent, she buried herself deeper into her blanket. Why did it have to get worse at night? Not that morning would make it any easier, there was never any easier anymore. She wanted to go home, but that wasn’t safe. She made people unsafe and really she didn’t need her mother to worry anymore than she already was. And she could contact Michael, but even as she continued to open up to him, she knew there would be a limit and she couldn’t reach it now. She could keep herself together and prove she was a person who could exist in the world. Insecure and uneasy, the best she could do was pick up The Office marathon where she left off and try not to think about how much it all just hurt. She could do this, at least for a few hours before she found an excuse to go bother Uncle Ken. |