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Who: Soldier: 76 &anyone
Which: Open Interactive Dream; Quest #0901(Baby Tapirs) || Open Log
Where: Dream || Edge of forest and fields
What: The task of feeding baby tapirs within a dream || Recovering after a run in with some red caps, but also there's a fairy cow covered in blackberries.
Warnings: Weirdness that dreams can take on, especially ones edging bad. || Injury.

A.Tapirs

A rich orange sky with yellow clouds and streaks of blue as if it couldn't decide if it was daylight or sunset, fields and corn stalks well over six feet high. Went on for miles, stretched out as far as the eye could see. An old barn, farmhouse- all too far apart to be normal. Smoke rising in the distance but whatever fires they had to be coming from out of sight.

Quiet, with a man standing near some fencing just beside what looked like the start of a corn maze. A scowl on his face, one that didn't fit the young face just by the look of him- "Of course it's one of these," muttered, aware of what was happening to some extent. These were the types that could pull him in, but something had interrupted that.

There was a baby tapir by his foot, gnawing on an ear of corn that looked as if it was glitching between yellow and multicolored. Another wandering a little.

Sounds of groaning machinery was keeping it's distance, at least.

"How many of you got in here?" Little punks.

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B. Blackberry Bramble

Had it been the smartest idea to take up the redcap iron hunt from the board alone? Possibly not, but he'd needed to do something, and why not take up one that would have had him fighting? Didn't imagine it would have been like stepping on a fire ant nest the moment he'd gone in to the ruins and brushed against some vines within. Gotten out, gotten some of the farm tools back along with some scrap he'd stashed away.

Currently? 76 was seated on a fallen over log, jacket set aside and already patched up, instead checking over bandaging on his arms. Not alone, however.

Grazing just beside him was one of those Fairy Cows, green leaves and ripe blackberries adoring it. He'd found it on his trip back-

"The moment this is re-wrapped?" A grunt, winding a bit of fabric around his forearm, talking to the cow, "You're going back. Probably safer for you back in your field with your friends." Hell of a day, really.

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His own black corruption was slowly fading now that he wasn't officially tapping in. The normal wash of discomfort pushed through his grogginess, and oddly, the presence of it was more of a comfort. He was out of the dream, especially as he could feel his body struggling to hold together when he wasn't asserting the usual conscious control over it.

The gentle swing of the hammock had him sighing as he melted back in behind 76 and rested his forehead against the back of the younger man's head. At the sound of the growl, he returned the noise with one of his own. Mostly a shut up and go to sleep as he tucked his legs up behind 76's ones.

It remained the same on 76's skin, not fading away but it wasn't going further either from his hands and wrists. Wasn't about to turn his head, even if he had a want to jerk it back he simply didn't have the strength to pull anything petty. Very aware of the weight against his back and arm around his waist, however. How the hell did this even happen?

There was a lower rumble of that growling in his chest, displeased by this entire situation. More so when it was clear Reaper was making himself comfortable, and 76 was still as warm as a personal heater, blanket half tossed out of and draped over a side of the hammock at some point during that dreaming sleep. Why the hell was he still so tired?

If he wasn't so disoriented from entering his first dream of another, he might have tried to needle 76 about the continued blackness that happened to taint the younger man's skin. He had already assessed himself and knew that it would be difficult for him to safely find his way back to where he could bunker down.

So far, he could assume that 76 was as exhausted and disoriented as he was, so they would have to be at an impasse until they had recovered. Whose hammock this was? No idea. The growling was not a deterrent for him, and he even closed his eyes.

Needling could come later, along with a lot louder growling. 76 had been ignoring it since he'd noticed his fingertips going black, and since he had concluded that it wasn't something actively killing him he was not going to say a damn thing about it. Of course this was a drastic jump, but he could still feel his fingers so it was fine. Clearly.

76 still had to make his displeasure over the situation known, which in his state consisted in a slight backwards buck of hips that had his ass butting against Reaper. Just had the hammock rocking a little more, but he went still after that with a still audible grumble.

Reaper had once been in the same boat a long time ago, not concerned with physical changes because there had seemed to be only benefits. He knew better after nearly a decade of suffering under the curse of his body, so perhaps he was a touch more sensitive about 76 walking a similar path. When he had the energy and wasn't so drowsy, he would definitely be investing thought on what he had seen.

He grunted at the buck, and his response was to shift a leg to wrap it over 76's knees. His eyes were still closed, and he had relaxed. This wasn't the first time he had bedded down with 76, but it had been a different time and they different men. "Shut it and sleep," he hissed low. He didn't have the energy for anything higher.

Fingers twitched and curled, and the most 76 had the energy for was to grab a side of the hammock and not much else. It still swayed side to side slowly, as if trying to coax him in a far more gentle way to listen to Reaper's hiss and movements to let himself drift. He didn't want to, this was far from the first time that he'd bedded down with him, and there was even far more recent memory of it.

Just as forced in a way, against his want yet unable to do anything to get away from it.

Didn't stop his own eyes from closing when he couldn't keep fighting them open, hammock and Reaper's positioning keeping them well pressed together. 76 as warm as ever despite it all, and his body slowly relaxing against his will as a different sleep was fighting harder to claim him again.

The sway of the hammock would make it even more difficult to clamber their way out, so he wasn't concerned that the cozy nature of the hammock would be too badly disturbed. He wasn't yet going to question how he ended up here, expecting that it had something to do with the dream that he had walked into. Dream walking wasn't so unexpected in a place like this.

And he was too exhausted to devote more than the energy it took to force 76 to settle down. Otherwise, it had been a long time since he experienced this kind of exhaustion, and he was going to take brief advantage of it no matter who he was laying next to. He would ghost out of here as soon as he woke anyway.

His breathing evened out when 76 gave in, the warmth of the younger man bleeding into his body and actually bringing it up to relatively normal body temperature. That just made him all the more cozy and easy to slip off to a dreamless sleep.

There was still some grumble, but it sounded more like some exhale than any attempt at lethargic bitching.

Could be felt when his entire body finally relaxed as sleep won out on the fight between it and 76, sinking back against Reaper despite any of his wants or preferences in the matter. The hammock was comfortable, like it had been made to be so with how a few blankets lined it like a nest. Even the pillow was welcoming and comfortable. Made to be easy to fall in to and relax.

76 bared skin was warm, fingers twitching as they no longer clung to the hammock as if he could pull himself free from Reaper's arm around his waist or leg over knees. Claw-like nails caught fabric, but there was no mistaking how his breathing slipped in to something that was not faking sleep.

Exhaustion from energy spent, drained from the experience, was impossible to fight against even for an enhanced soldier. 76 slept deep, dreamless.

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