Darius Delacreaux (painkilling) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-20 10:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, audrey leradine, darius delacreaux |
Every cell in my body, brace, and keep breathing, keep breathing....
Who: Darius Delacreaux & Audrey Leradine
What: Nightmares
Where: Darius’ place.
When: BACKDATED: Feb 28th.
Rating: PG
Status: complete
A shrill scream echoed in the room. Audrey’s hand searched for her dagger under her pillow, finding and pulling out nothing she held it in front of her as though defending herself. Her eyes shot everywhere, clearly her mind wasn’t there and still enveloped in the nightmare. Covered in sweat and hyperventilating, she started to scream at the empty air, half sobbing, in foreign words. Her fist flew forward, then her other fist, fighting an invisible monster keen on destroying her. The dream about being the best white mage in the world, being adored by everyone he walked by, having his name painted in lights about how he - Darius Delacreaux - could cure all that ailed you, and curing the anyone in the world of their pains with just a few words, and a wave of his hand was probably Darius’ favorite dream he’d ever had. Hell, it might even top having a harem of women at his beck and call for his every need. In fact, the scream of an injured woman, rushing in from a monster attack didn’t even entirely startle him at first, that was - of course - until Darius realized that something was wrong with the dream… In the world of Darius Delacreaux, the awesomely magickal white mage of awesomeness, monsters didn’t attack the innocents and hurt them badly…. Not unless he was there to instantly cure them, or throw up protective magicks that would shield them from all harm. “Miss, let me see what’s wrong.” But the woman wouldn’t, in fact, she’d even started swinging wildly and ow. That was when Darius startled awake to Audrey thrashing about next to him after he’d taken a fist in his side. “Hey” Came the sleep murmured word through his half awake haze. “Knock it off.” Though, after a split second, the thrashing didn’t stop, and he started to realize more fully that the scream wasn’t just an alarm, or some faint remnants of his warped dream, but instead Audrey laying beside him. That was when reality fully hit him, and the white mage quickly sat up, shifting to lean over Audrey. “Hey, what’s wrong? Audrey?” Quickly, one hand moved down, trying to grasp at her shoulder firmly to give her something to anchor onto in reality, and at the same time, trying to steady her movements in the bed. “Audrey, hey, what’s going on? I’m right here. You’re alright.” What the hell? The grip on her shoulder wasn’t permitting her to move as much and she struggled against it. She hadn’t come back into reality until their eyes locked. She could see Darius leaning over her, his hand firmly gripping her shoulder as her breathing remained rapid. Nothing could stop the tears that were welling in her eyes, before her voice broke into sobs. Throwing herself back on the bed, she rolled away from him digging her face into the pillow both still experiencing the pain from her dream as well as the shame of having made Darius experience her nightmares. Slowly she shook her head, as if replying to his last statement. Ajora, she was crying. Audrey was leaking. What the hell was he supposed to do? He wasn’t a plummer. Okay, maybe that was a little extreme, but girls and crying - unless it was because of injury - had always left him a little stiff on how to progress. Sure, there was just… Being nice, and… Offering to listen or trying to figure out what they needed, but… Everyone was different, and sometimes that was a lot harder than not. “Hey, com’mere?” His voice softened, and Darius attempted to shift down, trying to pull Audrey into her arms. “It’s alright, yeah?” Audrey trembled in his hold, her face digging into his chest as she let him envelop his arms around her. She lied curled up on top of him, tears wetting his shirt. It took a while for her breathing to stabilize in between choking sob, but it eventually smoothed over. Her breathing matched his, and the sobs had died away. Audrey had never quite let go of her grip on him, keeping close as though Darius would protect her from her demons. “I’m scared,” she finally admitted. Darius had nothing to say. He wasn’t sure where to take this, or what to do really either, and in that instance, perhaps it was better to say nothing at all. Instead the white mage allowed his hand to stroke over Audrey’s back as she laid on top of him in the most soothing manner he could manage, hoping that maybe it’d help at least a little in the end. “From what?” Maybe it wasn’t a smart question, or one that was wanted, but it was all he had. She was quiet for a long time, breathing lightly through her mouth, feeling her nose clogged and incapable of taking breaths. Sniffling, she rubbed her wrist against her nose looking up at Darius with bloodshot eyes. “Sleeping,” she finally admitted working hard to not let her voice crack. “I always find them there. My parents.” The mere was enough to set her off, Audrey completely tensing as if turning into a rock would allow her to stop feeling. It didn’t. At this point she was incapable of breathing and had to sit up at the side of the bed. Her mind was running through so many things at once. “I-I should go.” “Sleeping…?” Darius couldn’t help but repeat the single word, confusing mixed in with his worry at the notion of Audrey being afraid of sleep. Sleep was a good thing, it was restorative, restful, helpful really, and if she was afraid of it, did that mean she wasn’t able to get enough of it? Was this outburst common? How did she ever really heal properly? Then came other parts of the puzzle, and Darius tried to make note of it all, but between his brain still buzzing from sleep, and the worry of her sudden - violent - waking, he couldn’t quite get it all straight. “Wait, go? Why?” Audrey tucked her lips into her mouth, licking them in partial thought before shifting to look at him. “I’ll keep you awake,” her wrist came up to wipe away whatever tears were left over. “It’s stupid,” she stood up, ready to leave, “I should go--” “I…” Darius couldn’t help but pause as his sleep bogged brain tried to make sense of it all still. “Dunno why you should?” His brow crinkled, and Darius did his best to assure his tone didn’t come off negative, or demanding. Especially since, he mostly just… Didn’t understand. Audrey looked back at him. Frowning, she took a minute to sit at the edge of the bed. She was still out of breath, but maybe if she spoke to him. “My parents. When I sleep I always dream about the day I became an orphan.” Audrey’s legs shook as she continued, “I don’t sleep. Well, I do sometimes, but I usually can’t sleep. I’ll just keep you up.” Her parents, okay, that was simple en- oh. Well… Maybe that was more complicated than he thought it was. Shit. “I,” Darius’ brow wrinkled as he attempted to figure out what he could say, or possibly do. Hell, he didn’t even know a simple damn sleep spell. Maybe he could get some sleep tonics from Cormac but… Fuck, what time was it? “Well, what about just laying down with me?” Maybe it would help, maybe it wouldn’t guess he wouldn’t know if he didn’t ask. She had looked over to him, still frowning while she nodded feebly. “I can try.” Crawling over him, she lied on top, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beat through his shirt and while the rhythm of his breaths were calming, it wasn’t enough. “Tell me a story, anything. Maybe it’ll lull me to sleep,” she admitted. Shifting, Darius made sure to get comfortable as Audrey settled in as he had a feeling he was going to be laid back like this for some time. Then came her request. “Uh…” How the hell was he going to do that? Well… Maybe he could remember a story or two like he used to tell his little sister while they were growing up. “Alright.” He finally confirmed after a moment, and allowed a hand to fall to rest on her back, and for fingers to caress gently against her back. “Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a princess…” It might not be much, but hey, it was a start. |