ᴀꜱᴛʀᴀ ʙᴇʟᴇɴᴏʀ (bladesongs) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-01-07 04:35:00 |
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Stiles shifted in his sleep rolling away from where he was wrapped around Cora so that his back was to her and there was a few inches space between them. He twitched, shaking slightly and muttering to himself even as he remained unconscious. "No," he said softly, head jerking from side to side as his hands fisted in the sheets. "Don't. No no no. Don't. Don't let them... No..."
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Stiles's eyes snapped open and he felt trapped. Suffocated. Looking around, he realized he wasn't in bed but inside something. Pushing it open, he stumbled out of one of the cupboards of Gold's shop. Looking around, he tilted his head at the sight of an open door. He didn't know why, but he felt like he had to go through it. Making his way over, he opened the door and stopped. There in the side room was a very familiar stump. The Nemeton. What was it doing here? Reaching down, he brushed his hand over it. He could feel the power from it. He went to pull his hand away, but tendril's from the tree grabbed on, even as he strugged. He -
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- sat up with a gasp. It had felt so real. He'd known it wasn't, but it had felt real. Like he was dreaming about dreaming. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and pressed his palms to his face. He was so tired. He started slightly as arms wrapped around him, then sighed, relaxing minutely. Right. Cora.
"Honey," she said softly, "what's wrong? Can't sleep?"
"I..." he began. "I don't know. I just...it was weird. Like I was dreaming. But then I was dreaming in that. Like some kind of Inception crap...and..."
"You okay?"
"Yeah," he assured her. "I'll be fine. Just need to get back to sleep. Sorry I woke you up."
"It's fine," she said softly, gentler than she was with anyone else, pressing her lips to the side of his neck. "I love you. Go back to sleep."
He wanted to, but the bedroom door creaked open and he looked toward it. Something felt wrong. There was a sick feeling in his gut and he pulled away from Cora even as she protested.
"Stiles?"
"I'm just gonna-"
"Stiles, honey-"
"I need to shut the door-"
"Stiles, leave it-"
"Just give me a second. Someone could get in-"
"Who?"
"I just...I need to-"
"Stiles, please just leave it alone."
"I have to shut the door."
"Stiles, don't!"
He ignored her increasingly panicked protestations as he reached the door. His hand touched it, but instead of closing it, he was pulling it open and walking through it. And just like that, he was outside. And there was the Nemeton. Right in front of him. He took a shaky breath, feeling panic well up inside of him.
"Come on," he told himself. "Snap out of this, Stiles. It's just a dream. You need to wake up. Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP." He dug his nails into his palms and -
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- rolled over, opening his eyes and blinking at the sun. Cora popped her head in and rolled her eyes at the sight of him.
"Come on, sleepyhead," she teased. "We're going to be late. I made breakfast...okay, I poured cereal in a bowl. Same thing."
He laughed and got to his feet, pulling on clean clothes. He didn't have time to shower, but it would be fine. He was a teenage boy. It was pretty expected he'd be a mess.
Walking with Cora to school, he frowned. "I had a weird dream last night," he began. She looked at him, concerned, and he continued. "It was a dream in a dream in a dream...like...third level dreaming."
"Is this an Inception thing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well...other than it being real..." He shrugged. "I was stuck. I couldn't move. It was like my brain was awake but I wasn't and...it's...I don't know...it was scary. And you know the worst part?"
"What?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm still there."
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Stiles tossed and turned fitfully, the movement turning into violent flailing as he screamed his way into consciousness.