InsaneJournal

Who: Reg, Ariadne, Eames
What: Ariadne and Eames want to show Regulus what dreaming is all about
When: Backdated to last night
Where: the dreamspace
Rating/Warnings: Start with maybe some
Status: In progress, closed


Regulus wondered, as he lay in his bed attempting to drift off to sleep, if Ariadne and Eames would be able to catch him during a light doze. Regulus, like his brother, was not a heavy sleeper unless assisted by a potion or chemical. Even with all the fixing Juno had done he still had issues to figure out on his own - hence his agreeing to try this with Ariadne and Eames. And those issues still affected his sleeping habits somewhat, in that he was still a light sleeper.

But then Ariadne was the goddess of dreams right now, or something like that, and could probably get a carrot to dream at this point. Regulus had far more intelligence than a carrot, most days. If someone was going to make it work, it would be Ariadne.

He sighed and tossed from his side to his back, reminding himself that he was doing this so that he could one day have an unassisted descent night's sleep. He consentrated again on thinking about nothing, not Juno, nor being 'fixed', not his problems, not Eames' and vampires, just nothing. It was hard as he would manage it for a moment, then forget he was trying to think of nothing and then start thinking of something. He tried again, letting the weight of tired eyes seem soothing.

He didn't know when he started but he'd drifted off. And then he was almost dreaming, standing in a sitting room at Grimmauld Place, he dreamed of there a lot. It seemed like a dreary place to find oneself but not for him, because this sitting room was rarely used at home and in his mind no one would be there but him. It wasn't a train yard, nor his cousin Bella's home, nor the woods in northern England, nor a dank bedroom with a large stain on the rug. For him, amidst the old fabric, the dusty, ornate wood panels, dim light and stagnant smell of Black family heritage, this was peace.