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songerein2023-10-09 11:12 pm
noblegarnet) wrote in songerein2023-10-09 11:12 pm
Entry tags:
open 🔸 missing
Who: Ferran & dreamwalkers
Which: Interactive dream
What: A space that could not feel emptier. A family lived here once.
Warnings: discussion of injury and death?? idk
[The smell of ash, scorched metal and melted plastic lingers in the cool air, even though the fire that decimated the once two-story home has long since ceased. The light that filters past the overcast sky sets the blackened wreck in a dreary but clear light, making obvious the fact that the rest of the well-to-do neighborhood was left untouched.
A 17 year old with short brown hair stands at the end of the driveway, his right arm in a sling and his face the picture of grief. Behind him, leaning against the sedan that brought them both there, stands a tall, older man with striking eyes, his arms folded and expression tinted with mild concern.]
You're certain you want to be here?
[The teen pulls his eyes away from the house, finding a familiar crack to stare at on the sidewalk as he sniffs, then wipes his nose with the back of his uninjured hand and tries to steady his voice.]
I had to see it. If there's anything... [His gaze returns to the building.]
Don't strain yourself.
[With a faint nod, Ferran steps towards the ruins of his home, a determination in his posture despite his clear lack of energy. The man by the car doesn't seem intent on helping or approaching, but maybe another soul who might have found themselves in the dream would find it odd that an injured boy is digging in the collapsed mess of material left from an apparent arson.]
Which: Interactive dream
What: A space that could not feel emptier. A family lived here once.
Warnings: discussion of injury and death?? idk
[The smell of ash, scorched metal and melted plastic lingers in the cool air, even though the fire that decimated the once two-story home has long since ceased. The light that filters past the overcast sky sets the blackened wreck in a dreary but clear light, making obvious the fact that the rest of the well-to-do neighborhood was left untouched.
A 17 year old with short brown hair stands at the end of the driveway, his right arm in a sling and his face the picture of grief. Behind him, leaning against the sedan that brought them both there, stands a tall, older man with striking eyes, his arms folded and expression tinted with mild concern.]
You're certain you want to be here?
[The teen pulls his eyes away from the house, finding a familiar crack to stare at on the sidewalk as he sniffs, then wipes his nose with the back of his uninjured hand and tries to steady his voice.]
I had to see it. If there's anything... [His gaze returns to the building.]
Don't strain yourself.
[With a faint nod, Ferran steps towards the ruins of his home, a determination in his posture despite his clear lack of energy. The man by the car doesn't seem intent on helping or approaching, but maybe another soul who might have found themselves in the dream would find it odd that an injured boy is digging in the collapsed mess of material left from an apparent arson.]
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His voice sounds from under the rubble, small but loud enough he can't be missed.]
Hey! Um. Ferran? Take a look at this!
[Wait... Since when has he known the boy's name? It just sort of slipped out, just now.]
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Huh?
[Did he...? Well, if it's a hallucination, it's not like the thing wouldn't know his name—whatever, it's found something. Maybe. He tilts his head, trying to see where the little creature has gone, but he's lost sight of it.]
Where did you even go?
[Should he really even try to find it if there's no guarantee there's anything over there worth looking at? Then again—it's not like he's found anything where he's knelt.
With some internal grumbling, he gets back to his feet, still careful not to jar his arm as he steps over a few crumbled pieces of wreckage to get to the sound of Ryunosuke's voice.]