Gretel (gretel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-08-31 07:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gretel |
Who: Gretel (mentions of Hansel with his writer's permission)
What: Gretel's having issues sleeping due to some dreams she's had.
When: The night after this
Where: Hansel and Gretel's house
Rating/Warnings: PG-13ish/Mentions of past violence, language, but other than that not much.
Status: Complete Narrative
Admitting that she needed something was hard for Gretel. She didn't like asking for help, regardless of what the issue was. There were times like tonight, however, that Gretel pushed her pride aside and agreed when Hansel had asked if she needed him to sleep in her room tonight.
Gretel didn't hesitate on saying yes, to be honest. She couldn't get the image of her brother being trapped in a cage, and force fed candy by a woman that looked like a real witch out of her head.
It was too much like real life. Being trapped with a woman that would've rather seen them dead than alive, and who had killed their parents just to take them. Gretel wondered what would've happened had she not done what she did in real life, and that thought had been enough to actually make her cry.
Gretel didn't cry often, it took a lot to make her emotional, but the idea of losing her brother was enough to push her over that edge.
She'd fallen asleep to the sound of Hansel's steady breathing, only to wake up with a start several hours later from dreams of their past and the night that had changed their lives forever. The soft glow of her digital alarm clock was brighter than the sun, causing her to squint her eyes against its brightness. Gretel let out a sound of frustration, reaching up to scrub a hand over her face. This was fucking awful.
Gretel sighed softly, and then held her breath so she could hear the rhythmic sound of her brother breathing. Shifting in her bed, she reached over the edge, her hand finding his arm. Part of Gretel wanted to wake him up, to talk to him about her dreams, but it wouldn't do either of them any good. One would've thought that she could've dealt better with bad dreams, but it'd been years since the last time she'd dreamt of their parents, of that night twenty some odd years ago.
It wouldn't do him any good. Hansel had his own demons to deal with. Nightmares seemed to plague her brother worse than they did her. Gretel wouldn't swear to that though. All she knew is that she didn't want to put more of a burden upon him than he already had.
Gretel would carry the weight of the world for Hansel if she could. People might think them odd, too close, or something else, but she didn't care. They were all each other had in the world, and it appeared to be that way in her dreams too.
She wondered, if not for the first time, if their parents in her dreams found them and saved them. Something told Gretel that wouldn't happen either, that it would be up to the two of them again to save themselves.
That was fine. They were fighters, survivors, they could make it out of the fire unscathed and live to tell about it.
They'd done it once before, so it would be only fitting if they did it again in her dreams.
She smiled softly as his hand found hers, and she scooted down in the bed just so she wouldn't break that contact she had with him. In that moment everything seemed like it would be alright, although she wasn't sure just yet. Gretel had a feeling that her dreams were far from over, and that scared her.