Ashura-ou (TRC Version - NOT FAI'S NOT!DADDY) (wishmadeinfire) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2010-04-23 22:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | :action, ashura, cloud strife (ff7), sakura-clone |
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[Last night... had not been a good night. That was probably putting it mildly.
Dreams, so many dreams. Or was it one long dream? A chain of memories? He didn't know, and in retrospect it probably hardly mattered. It wasn't the first time these dreams had visited him either, not by a long shot. He'd dealt with them for years, especially after the initial death of.. no, no he couldn't even think the name. Everything was still to close, to vivid. He thought he'd mastered them, shoved them down so that even if he dreamed them he didn't remember them. It allowed him to function, to move on in his way.
But last night he had not been able to ignore them, to forget them. He woke with screams in his ears, the stench of fire in his nostrils, the ache of battle in his muscles, the sight of... him in his mind. It made his chest ache, made it hard to breath, to remain in that confining apartment, in that tiny room. He'd snatched his communicator and fled, not even properly dressed, still in his sleeping robes as he sat on the beach, listening to the waves and staring out at them without really seeing them, hair strewn about him messily from lack of a brush. His communicator merely sat in his lap, forgotten.
He felt... lost. So very, very lost.]
[ooc: Random, but this is from before his call to the DF.]