Nic Castell (bleedingheart) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-10-28 13:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, lem, lem x nic, nic |
Who: Nic and Lem
Where: Nic’s bedroom
When: Late night, Tuesday, January 2nd
Status: Complete
The first thing Nic noticed was the sound of a phone, the ringing noise bringing him out of whatever thought he’d had the moment before. He felt his pockets, but they were empty, and the sound was farther away, across the room. He turned towards it and stopped, trying to remember why he was in the Police Station. Had he been arrested? The phone continued to ring, an old landline model, sitting on a desk across the room. He took a few steps towards it, hesitant to answer, even more uncomfortable with his present location. What had he been picked up for? Or was he there about…about…
Nic started as someone walked into the room and rushed to the phone. “Point Pleasant Police Department, Officer Solomon speaking.” He held his breath, expecting the officer to look at him, for stern words to follow, then questions he refused to answer. Ty Solomon was older though and Nic was no longer cuffed and sitting at his desk. He was just standing there, watching as the officer took down a message on a notepad, asking a few mundane questions to the person on the other end of the line. A moment later he hung up, then ripped the note from the pad of paper and dropped the pen on the desk. “Barrett,” he called out, looking towards Nic, looking through him, to someone behind him, but Nic was too transfixed to turn and look. Ty’s eyes were blood red, a color so distinctly unnatural that it sent a shiver through Nic--
He woke up with a start, heart pounding as he sat straight up. It was only a dream, but it had felt so real, those eyes still there when he shut his own.
Lem had been enjoying her own dream, drifting along on water-that-wasn’t-water through a giant field of colored lights while some complicated interpersonal plot went on with the shadowy shifting-faced people around her. It wasn’t a very solid dream, so she was a little shocked when she was suddenly pulled somewhere much more grounded in reality while a shrill phone rang. Lem tried to put her hands over her ears, that noise always hiking her anxiety, but she couldn’t move of her volition. She had the vague sense she was in a police station, which was confirmed when a black man in uniform hurried into view. He answered the phone, took some notes, looked around and --
Lem’s body in the real world gave a hard twitch as Nic woke up abruptly. The man’s eyes followed her out of the dream, blood red and unsettling. She felt Nic sit up and only then realized that it hadn’t been her own dream. At least not the second part. She propped herself up on an elbow, rubbing at her eyes, her short hair a cowlick mess on her head. She squinted at her boyfriend in the shadows. “You ‘kay?” she mumbled, reaching out for him.
Nic looked down at Lem as he caught his breath, then slowly rubbed a hand over his face. For a moment all he could recall was those eyes, but then the rest began to trickle in. Had he just had a dream about Ty Solomon? He hadn’t spoken to the man in years, since he’d been a teenager. He couldn’t even imagine what would’ve brought him into his subconscious mind. “Yeah,” he muttered, settling back onto his side and wrapping an arm around her. “Just a...a weird dream. Didn’t mean to wake you.” It left him unsettled, far more awake than he wanted to be in the middle of the night and he knew it would take some work to get back to sleep.
Lem always saw a watered-down version of the things other people saw, and she could tell by his breathing that the dream had really shaken Nic up. She hummed as she settled back in with him, rolling over to be the little spoon and pulling Nic’s arm more firmly around herself. Cuddling helped everybody feel better, right? Especially spoon cuddling where she could slow-wiggle her butt against his crotch, which she had no problem doing at all. “Yeah I saw,” she murmured sleepily. “Who was that cop? Does he always have red eyes?” Maybe Nic didn’t know, maybe the guy was just a figment of his dream, but she doubted it. Lem didn’t get to look at things that only happened in people’s heads, so there had to be something unnatural about it.
“You saw?” Nic asked, surprised by that. He didn’t totally understand Lem’s abilities and often forgot that they didn’t exclusively apply to Vex. Now he wondered what Lem saw, though he was also pleasantly distracted by her ass and he lightly ran his fingers over her hip as he replied. “His name’s Ty Solomon. He was one of the officers who arrested me in high school. A good cop, but not someone I’m friendly with. His eyes definitely weren’t red back then.” It was something Nic would’ve noticed for sure. Hell, everyone would notice something like that. “I’m pretty sure he’s still here, but I haven’t thought about him in years.”
Lem just hummed an ‘mmhmm’ to his first question, her eyes still closed as she enjoyed the gentle touches. Nic always treated her like she might break -- until she goaded him into being rougher with her, of course -- and sometimes it was really nice. She gave a curious grunt as Nic explained who he was, and rolled over enough to look at him again. “That’s so weird,” she murmured. “He wasn’t arresting you this time, just like ... answering a phone, so I dunno why you’d dream about that.” She paused, then arched an eyebrow at him. “Do you think the others dreamed the same thing? ‘Cause I couldn’t see it if it was just like ... a normal dream.”
“Yeah… you’d think if I was dreaming about him it would be tied up in the memory or something. This was just like… I dunno, it was like I wasn’t even there,” Nic said with a small frown. He’d never had a dream that he wasn’t participating in, but Ty hadn’t seemed to notice him or even react to his presence. It was just weird all around, but the worst was his eyes. “I’ll have to ask ‘em, but… I can’t imagine why we’d all suddenly be focused on Ty. Unless he’s some kind of a demon now. Or possessed.” That would suck. The guy had seemed decent. “You saw his eyes, right?”
Lem nodded a bit, her face solemn. “Maybe it’s a warning,” she offered. She wasn’t sure of what, except this man in particular, but she tended to think all dreams were meaningful in some way. And this one had been special, or she wouldn’t have been privy to it. Lem didn’t fully understand her own gift, but she knew that much. It was some sort of message from the gods, they just had to interpret it somehow. She reached up to gently pet Nic’s face. “Check with the others in the morning, and we’ll go from there, I guess,” she murmured. “Or like ... later in the morning, I mean. Do you think he remembers you?”
The thought of contacting them now made Nic laugh silently, sure none of them would appreciate it, even if they’d all just had the same dream. He thought their psychic connection was kind of exciting when it wasn’t being horribly intrusive, but he got the impression he was the only one that felt that way. It was hard to practice and learn without a willing partner, so he thought he’d probably just text them all in normal waking hours. “Maybe. Probably,” Nic said, biting on his bottom lip in thought. “I mean… If this was just a quiet little town where nothing ever happened, I’d say definitely, but with all the shit that’s gone down between now and then, who knows? It’s a big event in my life, but probably not in his.”
Lem wondered vaguely if the cops who arrested her remembered her. She certainly hadn’t gone quietly, and the crimes she’d committed had been pretty horrific. Well-deserved, but horrific. She hummed, thinking of suggesting that Nic could just go up and ask the cop guy -- it was a small town, after all, she was sure he would be easy to find -- but that would probably be weird. ‘Hey, are you possessed or something?’ wasn’t a question that most people could really answer. “I dunno baby,” she murmured after another moment, looking up into Nic’s eyes in the dim. “But until you find out more about it, I would steer clear of him. Just in case.” It sounded like that had been pretty easy so far, so it would probably keep being easy.
Nic’s lips twitched up, momentarily distracted by the pet name. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had called him baby, if ever. Then he nodded, a silent laugh humming in his chest. “I tend to steer clear of the cops anyways, so that shouldn’t be too hard,” he said. He’d have to find out more though. If Lem was privy to the dream, then it was worth looking into. He knew the other dreamers might not be excited to hear it, but things were still happening and he didn’t want to wait until another fog-like experience to figure it all out.
“Good,” Lem murmured, smiling softly. Avoiding cops -- except for Vex of course, but he was retired and he was Vex, he didn’t count -- was always a good policy, in her mind. She avoided them like the plague herself. All of that settled now, Lem turned fully onto her side again and resumed her little spoon position, pulling Nic’s arm tight around her. He might not be able to sleep again, but she could and she planned to drift off again right quick. It was too early for the sun, which made it way too early for Lem. They could work on thinking about the rest of it later on.