Cassie (Holmes) Banner-Romanoff (crappyartist) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-06-17 02:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, [plot] cruise2019, ~2019 june, ~25 points, ~~briar moss (livingtattoos), ~~cassie holmes (crappyartist) |
WHO Cassie Banner-Romanoff & Briar Moss
WHAT Waking up
WHEN Monday morning
WHERE on a cruise ship
WARNINGS TBD, some language and war-type memories
STATUS Closed | Incomplete gdoc
He slept restlessly these days, if he did it at all. Every time he closed his eyes it was the same horrors. Bodies piled on bodies, blood coating his hands and his feet as he scrambled to where he knew Rosethorn and Evvy were, never quite able to get to them, unable to call to them through the screams of battle and the explosions of powder. Or it was running helplessly down a barren mountainside, not a single plant as far as he could stretch his magic to hold onto and an army of angry Yanjingyi closing in behind him, closing in ahead of him and there was no one to call to, no help anywhere. He was alone. The dreams never really changed and what was worse was when they continued to haunt him through the days.
Briar tried to play it off like nothing was wrong, couldn't help himself letting the dark shadows cross his expression when something reminded him of dreams that were more memory than invention. The only thing that helped was company, someone soft and cuddly to reassure him everything was safe. That he wasn't still in Gyongxe, that here, wherever here happened to be, was peace not war. That he'd made it out and the few people he loved in the world were in one mostly happy piece.
He'd been exhausted when he laid down last night, though, and had treated himself with a nice sleepy tea on top of it, so even alone he'd hoped to sleep some. The nightmares always came without warning, without prompting, though, and Briar's deep sleep was disturbed by his beloved teacher's dead body in his arms. In his sleep he thrashed, called out to her, called for Evvy. He woke himself with a scream, bolting upright and gasping for the breath that had left him, straight away recognizing that his surroundings were not what they ought to be and that only sending more panic through him.