sky_soldier (sky_soldier) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2019-11-11 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | inactive: david katz |
Who: Dave Katz and Klause Hargreeves
What: Dave has a nightmare
Where: Their apartment
When: The middle of the night, in between 11/11 and 11/12
Warnings: Cursing, imagined violence, ptsd
Things had been in a constant state of flux since Dave had arrived in Goodlands-- he’d arrived on deaths door, reunited with the love of his life, learned about his lovers chaotic superhero family, met talking frogs, been on the outskirts of a horror maze and seen a bunch of people bounce around ages. It had been a lot, but Dave was finally settling into a routine, finally felt like had gotten the hang of things, and had even begun to attend the local temple.
The house was surprisingly quiet since Five moved out and Diego had… left. He didn’t mind it being just him and Klaus, but he wouldn’t mind being more familiar with the other siblings. After they returned to their normal ages, Dave had decided to try and reach out to them more often. It was the thought of connecting more with Klaus’ family that was on his mind as he drifted to sleep next to his boyfriend.
It wasn’t what his dreams became though. Once he was solidly asleep, his brain took him back to Vietnam, back to the Valley where the Sky Soldiers had been bunkered. He could feel the humid air, the stench that always seemed to settle around them. There was gun blasts. There was explosions. There was a bang, and Dave shot up from the bed. The walls of their apartment faded, and he saw nothing but scrambling soldiers under fire.
Reacting on muscle memory, Dave threw his blankets off of him, and practically shoved Klaus off the bed and to the ground. “Get down!” He yelled and he practically jumped off the bed and flung open the closet, immediately yanking out the army uniform he’d arrived in, tugging on his pants.
“Where is my gun?” He kept asking himself, searching. “WHERE IS MY FUCKING GUN?” He panicked. He couldn’t find a gun. There was another loud noise, like something being dropped from the apartment above, but it wasn’t what Dave heard. “Incoming.” He said, diving to the floor.