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Tweak says, "Easy on the goods darlin'"

Aura Castillo ∴ Hel (calaveritas) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-10 16:47:00

Entry tags:

hel, odin

Who: Aura and Pierce
What: A dream
Where: Aura's head
When: After Billy's dream
Warnings: None

The time between dreams was so much nothing that Aura didn't remember it, and it wasn't until someone else entered the dreamscape that she noticed. Slowly, slowly the dreamscape had been becoming a physical, tangible version of her myth's space. And on the night that the stranger entered the dream the space was almost alive with the growth of itself, a sense of building in the cold dark air. It was as if Niflheim had taken root in the sleeping mind of the girl in the hospital bed. Billy had been to the place once in its infancy, when it was no more than an idea.

It was underground, and underfoot was craggy black rock. And the dreamer would arrive at the edge of a crystal bridge precariously suspended. Beyond it, woods. Beyond that, darkness and a threshold, large and looming.

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the_allfather
2010-09-10 09:10 pm UTC (link)

Pierce hadn't been sleeping well lately - or at all lately, but enough was enough. He finally decided it was time to either take a sleeping pill or conk himself over the head with a frying pan. Committing hari-kari with his sword collection was not advised at this point in time.

And when he slept, he barely ever remembered his dreams when he awoke. But this was a new experience for him, an experience where the dream setting felt strangely familiar. Had he been here before? Did he regularly come here? He couldn't quite place it exactly, yet was aware of something faintly tugging on the strings of his memory. It felt as if he should know what this was. Like it was his doing, his creation...

But then he saw her, and she was awake.

"Olivia..." he murmured as he appeared beside her. "What are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me. Don't tell me I was brought here just to watch you fling yourself off of this bridge."

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calaveritas
2010-09-11 01:14 am UTC (link)

She looked over at him from her spot on the bridge, and she looked entirely confused for a moment. She was used to Billy wandering into her dreams; he'd been doing it or years. But no one else ever had. She knew she was dreaming, had no doubt about the fact that she was still in her coma, falling deeper every day.

She smiled a moment later. "I'm not that dramatic, Pierce," she said honestly. "I thought you were Billy."

	calaveritas 2010-09-11 01:37 am UTC (link)
	She shook her head. "It's not supposed to happen that way," she told him truthfully, her expression a little sad. She motioned to the castle beyond, and then at the space around them."It feels more real. Listen, you can hear it." Then, her smile returned and she reached out a hand to him. "Come on, Pierce. I'll show you around." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	calaveritas 2010-09-11 02:52 am UTC (link)
	"He needs people to try to understand," she said, leaning forward. "If I'm gone, he needs people to care. Billy is... he isn't like us, Pierce. He's good in a way normal people can't be. He can help." She paused then. "Do you know what he wouldn't tell me? What Billy wouldn't tell me?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	calaveritas 2010-09-11 08:31 pm UTC (link)
	She couldn't argue with that last bit, because it was true. The whole time she'd been in his childhood home he'd never introduced her as his sister. "I'm different, Pierce. Being related to me isn't exactly a party. It's okay if he doesn't want anyone to know we're related." It stung a little, yes, but it was his choice. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	calaveritas 2010-09-11 08:59 pm UTC (link)
	She laughed at the term of endearment, and she did something entirely unlike herself and hugged him. If her family could see her, they would all die of the shock of it, no doubt. She imagined her mother dropping an entire fuente of taquitos, and she smiled as she pulled back. "Then what do you suggest, uncle Pierce?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)