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songerein2022-01-02 12:37 pm
noblegarnet) wrote in songerein2022-01-02 12:37 pm
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[open] 🔶 more nightmares? that's just life
Who: Ferran, his dreamscape & you!
Which: interactive dream
What: Ferran dreams of his last moments before arriving in Reverein.
Warnings: blood, unhealthy relationships?? (I'll match format!)
A penthouse balcony looks over a lit city late at night, the roar of the freezing wind almost drowning out the distant sound of traffic. But any observers would only have a brief moment to appreciate it before the sudden appearance of two figures in a flash of glittering light: a dark man in a cape, and a teenager in a torn costume with apparent shackles, bleeding heavily from injuries to his shoulder and side. The former, already holding the latter in a tight grip, places a clawed gauntlet over one of the wounds where a faint light begins to glow.
After a few moments, the young man's expression seems to relax from his grimacing, orange eyes staring dully at the night sky as the bleeding slows and eventually stops.
"Why," the man hisses at his ward, his expression tight and brow furrowed deeply behind his eye mask as he continues his healing. Ferran lets out a weak chuckle, apparently unmoved by the sharp tone and look.
"It's funny," he responds with hardly more than a whisper. "I should hate you. I even fantasized about... taking you with me, once."
There's a faint smile on his face, despite the lingering pain and the gravity of his words. The dark markings on his jaw spread further out onto his face, as if to mirror some underlying fracture as he speaks.
"I can't anymore. The thought of you being hurt... I can't stand it..."
He turns his gaze to Onyx, whose expression has changed in an almost unreadible way—but behind the intensity of the clear displeasure, there's shock in the slight widening of his golden eyes.
"I guess you're upset, though. Sorr—"
With a loud crack, Ferran suddenly slumps in his guardian's arms with his eyes open, and his fantastical costume disappears, returning him to his normal appearance in a pair of bloodstained pajamas anyone who met him when he first came to Reverein might recognize.
Still carrying the young man, Onyx gets to his feet, apparently unbothered by any dreamwalkers who may have appeared nearby. When his glowing gaze turns to them, it's barely an acknowledgement.
Which: interactive dream
What: Ferran dreams of his last moments before arriving in Reverein.
Warnings: blood, unhealthy relationships?? (I'll match format!)
A penthouse balcony looks over a lit city late at night, the roar of the freezing wind almost drowning out the distant sound of traffic. But any observers would only have a brief moment to appreciate it before the sudden appearance of two figures in a flash of glittering light: a dark man in a cape, and a teenager in a torn costume with apparent shackles, bleeding heavily from injuries to his shoulder and side. The former, already holding the latter in a tight grip, places a clawed gauntlet over one of the wounds where a faint light begins to glow.
After a few moments, the young man's expression seems to relax from his grimacing, orange eyes staring dully at the night sky as the bleeding slows and eventually stops.
"Why," the man hisses at his ward, his expression tight and brow furrowed deeply behind his eye mask as he continues his healing. Ferran lets out a weak chuckle, apparently unmoved by the sharp tone and look.
"It's funny," he responds with hardly more than a whisper. "I should hate you. I even fantasized about... taking you with me, once."
There's a faint smile on his face, despite the lingering pain and the gravity of his words. The dark markings on his jaw spread further out onto his face, as if to mirror some underlying fracture as he speaks.
"I can't anymore. The thought of you being hurt... I can't stand it..."
He turns his gaze to Onyx, whose expression has changed in an almost unreadible way—but behind the intensity of the clear displeasure, there's shock in the slight widening of his golden eyes.
"I guess you're upset, though. Sorr—"
With a loud crack, Ferran suddenly slumps in his guardian's arms with his eyes open, and his fantastical costume disappears, returning him to his normal appearance in a pair of bloodstained pajamas anyone who met him when he first came to Reverein might recognize.
Still carrying the young man, Onyx gets to his feet, apparently unbothered by any dreamwalkers who may have appeared nearby. When his glowing gaze turns to them, it's barely an acknowledgement.
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He knows this is a dream and he can't control the flow of it. The memories belong to Ferran and not him. But he can't help shouting out,]
For all I know it's all your fault why he's like that in the first place! You've got a lot of secrets and stories! And not a lot of answers!
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Don't mistake me. I don't deny I'm responsible for corrupting his magic and reducing him to barely more than a weapon.
[And with what little free will he had remaining, Ferran has apparently made some terrible decisions.]
Lying, however, isn't a part of my approach. It's hardly my fault if those around me fail to ask the right questions. So, tell me—what do you really want to know?
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Will you ever let him go?
[His question is simple but he hopes... There has to be some sort of hope to the end of this history.]
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He shall be free of me once he's dead.
[Allowing Ferran to escape his control would be a mistake for the man's plans. It's an easy conclusion to come to, and one the young man has virtually accepted at this point.]
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[There seem to be sparks of dream-like magic that appear at Sora's fingertips. A flourish of sparking firework crackles.]
I don't understand what's going on with the two of you but I know no one should hold onto someone's life like that!
[Does Ferran still deal with this man's memory of him...?]
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Was the admission of murder and manipulation not enough for you?
[The man doesn't seem at all intimidated by Sora's anger, nor those indications of magic. He tilts his head at a slight angle as he observes the intruder to the dream.]
Well, you've gotten your answer. What will you do with it, I wonder.
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[Sora can't hold himself back as he suddenly leaps at the man. Dream-like magic sparks as it explodes and shatters into fire and ice. In his attempt to get the man away from his friend.
He might not understand all of this or even where Ferran sits with it all but he has to do something! He has to talk to Ferran and get this figment away from him! But this is all a dream...]
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When Sora charges forward, he'll only see Onyx's smirk for a second before there's a snap, and he's obscured by a sudden sparking void—the space between them twisted and broken into something that serves as a portal right out of the dream. He'll barely have the chance to realize what's just happened before he goes through, returned to his own solitary consciousness.]
wrapping! 🎀
He looks around concerned and frustrated. And he thinks he has a lot to ask Ferran about. And that he's really got to get used to these dreams... What a ride.]