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xavier delamere {the count of monte cristo} (whatbefell) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-07-22 23:46:00

Entry tags:

count of monte cristo, fernand mondego

Who: Xavier & Lucas
What: Nightmare
Where: Dreamland
When: The night after this
Warnings: Absolutely terrifying shit.

The wind tousles Xavier's short hair, bringing with it ocean spray and the clean smell of the ocean. His eyes shut as the ship rocked beneath him. This felt right and was at home. Mouth quirking into a grin, he feels at peace. A rarity even in this unreal landscape. He lets the ship plow through the waves before him, enjoying the feeling of being free (and for some reason King of the World).

A hand goes to the ropes and he turns around, eyes opening. The ship deck is empty. Despite this, he's not bothered. The horizon stretches out on all sides and he knows he's free. There's nothing here to trap him or chain him. He's at peace.

He meanders across the deck, making his way to the wheel. His white shirt is perhaps more romantic than his usual tastes, open at the neck and to his navel but he doesn't mind at this point. It does well in the wind, whipping against his sides until he get to the wheel. Untying the rope that held it in place, he changes the angle and looks to the horizon. He lets his illusions unconciously drop, becoming Edward. This is a fine dream and alone - nothing should ruin it now.

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charmed_lies
2010-07-23 04:09 am UTC (link)

He's first aware of the rocking of the boat, a feeling that brings him back to a time he can't quite recall, and it's familiar in a strange way. A crack of light is visible around the door of the cabin, and Lucas moves towards it, pushing the door open and taking his first step out into the salty air, the sea breeze dampening his skin. It's quite the view from the cabin door, one he could have looked at for a long while had he not become aware of movement off to to his side.

Looking over, he sees Edward, which confuses him initially. Edward wasn't supposed to be around. He was dead. There's confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly, and finally, he calls out to his old friend.

"Edward! The boat! I like it!" It's an amiable greeting until he can get his thoughts together.

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	whatbefell 2010-07-23 04:11 am UTC (link)
	Xavier doesn't notice Lucas until his voice rings out. For just thinking he has his dreams to himself for once, the irony is fucking horrible. He glances over his shoulder at the mop-headed man, the whites of his eyes visible. "Get off. Now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	charmed_lies 2010-07-23 04:15 am UTC (link)
	He tilts his head to the side, then looks pointedly out to the ocean surrounding them before looking back to Xavier. "I think you're stuck with me. Poor thing." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	whatbefell 2010-07-23 04:20 am UTC (link)
	"I should have expected that," he mutters. With a sigh he ties the wheel in place again, before rubbing his hands on his pant legs. His smile is utterly polite as he steps forward and grabs Lucas around the neck, intending to toss him overboard. "Stay out of my dreams, asshole." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	charmed_lies 2010-07-23 06:14 pm UTC (link)
	He starts as his neck is grabbed, but if this is indeed a dream, there's nothing to worry about when it comes to dying. So Lucas smiles at him, a dark, wild smile that fails to reach his eyes. He braces himself, one hand against the other's arm; if he's thrown over, he'll take Xavier with him. "Who said it was your dream? Maybe you're invading mine." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

whatbefell
2010-07-23 06:45 pm UTC (link)

He realizes what the hand means too late. Alright then. His face controts into a grimace as he whips the man about, slamming his head into the wall of the cabin. Once his grip loosens, Xavier will throw Lucas overboard.

There's a pause though as memories come and he realizes. "Fuck," he spits, before ramming Lucas' head against the wall again. "It's the real you, isn't it?"

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charmed_lies
2010-07-23 10:43 pm UTC (link)

He's seeing stars by the time his head has hit the wall a second time, and it takes him a moment, even in this dream world, to gather his wits about him. The anger radiating off the other man is almost palpable, and Lucas can't help but let out a laugh, a choked, crazed sound once his head isn't being hit over and over again.

"Maybe. Or maybe your subconscious is just fucking with your perceptions. You're all sorts of screwed up anyways. Imagining me here would fit right in with your insanity." A smile splits his face and he tilts his head to the side, a feat given the hand wound around his throat. It's hard to breathe, to even swallow, but the physical discomfort is far, far away in lieu of the amusement Xavier presents.

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whatbefell
2010-07-23 11:37 pm UTC (link)

Lucas' laugh disturbs him more than Xavier would like to admit. It ends up with another smashing against the cabin wall before he releases him. A shove is sent to his chest as he steps back, breathing hard.

"It wouldn't, it runs along different lines." The ship makes sense. Lucas doesn't. It must the real Lucas, which means everything was right. Xavier's hands clench as he asks, "How's Gina tonight?"

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charmed_lies
2010-07-24 07:26 pm UTC (link)

He rubs his throat as he's released, the back of his head tender and smarting, but he doesn't voice any sort of complaint, his eyes never leaving Xavier's face as he steps back and away from him. "Things change. It could happen, and that thought scares you, doesn't it?"

There's a smile then, his hands dropping down to his side, his very posture loose and relaxed. "She's probably locked herself in our room and crying her eyes out. Because you've ruined everything. Are you proud of yourself?"

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whatbefell
2010-07-24 09:58 pm UTC (link)

"I trust my mind," Xavier says. It's not a lie as he has no reason to lie in his dreams. His glare grows more pronounced as his hands grip more tightly. Every little nonchalant move Lucas makes drives him closer to that point where he'll just snap his neck. But it's his wording that bothers him.

"Me? I haven't done anything." A lie now as there is a reason. "I've been nowhere near her except in dreams."

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