Arizona Robbins (goodmaninastorm) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-06-27 01:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dream, *log, arizona robbins, beast |
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Who: Arizona Robbins & Henry de Foix (The Beast)
What: Shared Dreaming
Where: Arizona’s Nightmare
When: June 27
Warnings/Rating: Beware of blood and plane crashes!
The noise was indescribable, metal rending itself apart, the scrape of branches and the brushing of leaves, fire burning, fast and hot, smoke curling up through the trees, thick and dark. There were voices too, the sound of sobbing. No. More like someone on the verge of a panic attack. The faint tap, tap, tap of metal on metal somewhere in the distance, barely audible over the dull roar of flames and yelling. Phantom noises that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. And somewhere, somewhere, someone was screaming.
Awareness slammed into her like a tidal wave, a sudden rush of noise and light and pain hitting her all at once, and she realized she was lying on the ground, looking up at the sky in stunned disbelief. It took a full minute more before she knew that the screaming was coming from her. And then she was silent, the sound dying in her throat almost immediately.
Struggling upright, she looked down at her leg, a remembered injury haunting her, blood soaking her scrub bottoms, bone jutting at odd angles as she peeled back the material that covered it. But something felt wrong.
This wasn’t happening.
This had happened before.
Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she tried to will the memories away, wake herself up. When she opened them again, she was still sitting on the hard ground, back propped against a broken shell that used to be a plane. And she was alone. Or so she thought.