lyra rhinehart ✮ sirius black. (ohmystars) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-07-06 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * kit, c: lyra rhinehart |
WHO: Lyra Rhinehart
WHEN: Friday, July 6, 2018; Very Early Morning
WHERE: Lyra's Apartment
SUMMARY: Lyra dreams of Sirius' escape
WARNINGS: None, really!
Lyra had gotten used to dreaming of Azkaban. Well, she'd gotten as used to them as one could get to constant dreams of being imprisoned in a place where you were always bone cold and forced to relive your worst memories and regrets on loop. Her only reprieve in her dreams had been the times when she'd had the strength to be Padfoot--his emotions were far less complex and tortuous than Sirius'. For months now, she'd been cycling through the same scenes night after night as though her mind were as imprisoned as Sirius was. It made sleeping difficult and pretending the dreams didn't exist even harder. That night, however, the dream had shifted. Lyra had read the Harry Potter books when she'd been younger so she wasn't unfamiliar with Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban. She knew that he'd spotted Peter on the front of the Daily Prophet in rat form on the Weasley boy's shoulder. She knew that he'd managed to slip out in dog form, undetected by the Dementors. That knowledge, though, hadn't prepared her for the sheer rage that came with seeing the rat alive and seemingly well. It hadn't prepared her for the stark anxiety she'd felt at the realization that the traitor was out there with likely access to his godson. She hadn't known the way the water had cut straight through him like knives of ice, or the taste of salt and uncertain freedom on Padfoot's tongue. When she woke up, Lyra was panting, her muscles leaden from the exertion of the swim and, though she knew it was all purely psychological, she didn't even quite have the energy to sit up. While most of her was teeming with the same anger and worry and determination that Sirius had felt, a part of her was also relieved. At last, a break in the dreams. She had no idea if this meant that the dreams of Azkaban were done but she'd finally escaped that hell that had been invading her mind for so long. If she could do it once, was it too much to hope that she could do it, again? After several long moments of practiced breathing, Lyra finally moved onto her side, skin almost sticking to the sheets soaked with her sweat. She glanced at her clock--3:30 am. Groaning, she rolled back onto her back and pulled her hands over her face. Being Sirius was exhausting, she thought, but she was almost eager to have more dreams about breaking out of prison to go after his traitor ex-friend if it meant less of actually being in Azkaban, or dreams of how many times he'd failed Regulus. The latter hit a little too close to home. It was too early to text Mehdi about the dreams and she wasn't about to try to go back to sleep. That was even ore tiring than just getting out of bed. Instead, she got up and tiptoed out of her room, careful not to wake Zora on the couch as she quietly opened the refrigerator for a drink. Once she was back in her room, she turned on her shower and decided to go ahead and get ready for the day ahead. Three and a half hours was better than nothing, she figured. She was almost definitely making Bash pay for the donuts today, though. |