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[noblegarnet]

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.]

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[lethechained]

[ Looking at that smile of his, Naminé hesitates, and yet... the one she gives in return is as honest as it is sympathetic. ]

I... don't want to lie, [ she says, with the gentlest hint of a tease to it, and that's probably all the confirmation that need be said. She means it fondly, that much is clear enough, and presently she adds an encouraging, ] Most of the people I like are good at getting into trouble.

[ So he's in good company, at the very least. Not that Rion counts among them, though, which Naminé's reminded of as the memory speaks. Her lips pull into the faintest of frowns, and she doesn't restrain a glance the figment's way. Still, her attention is back on Ferran quickly enough. ]

You're welcome. [ Yet she says it reluctantly, as if she feels the thanks isn't warranted; with a small effort, she draws her smile back into place. ] As for making it up to me... there's nothing to make up for. But I won't say no if you want to spend time together somewhere that isn't a bad dream.

[noblegarnet]

[Something warm manages to show through his eyes, though he doesn't quite return to a smile of his own. That does sound nice—just them in the dream world he's come to think of as home, enjoying something mundane together. No nightmares, no monsters, no memories come to life.]

Then it's a date.

[The shadow of that man won't disappear from his mind like the dream will in a few short moments, but it will go back to where it belongs, unseen by anyone else... at least for a time.]

[lethechained]

[ That gentle smile of hers shapes into an 'o' of surprise, just for a moment - but the upward curl to her mouth is quick to come back as she nods. That's not the word she would have used for it, but-- ]

See you later, Ferran.

[ Whenever and wherever it is that they get around to it. With that - she'll finally let herself follow the tug of the waking world, too. Perhaps she's only managed to be so much help with this dreaming recollection of his, but... she at least has hope they'll both rest a little easier, now. ]