[open] 🔶 more nightmares? that's just life

[noblegarnet]

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.

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[shithogs]

[She doesn't recognize the older figure in the dream, but she sure as hell recognizes Ferran— and the pajamas he'd been wearing when they'd first met. Those had raised a hell of a lot of questions, ones he hadn't been interested in answering, but Kainé thinks at least a few of the pieces are about to fall into place.]

Hey—

[Her voice cuts through the air as she starts after Onyx, but the gaze that turns in her direction seems to look right through her.]

Hey, where the hell do you think you're taking him?!

[piromare]

What's Lio supposed to do in this situation? Watching someone get... knocked out? Probably not killed? The blood is shocking. Heartwrenching, especially when he thinks about the one who sent him such a lovely present not too long ago. He grits his teeth, balling his hands into fists, staring at the man with the golden eyes and the cool expression.

"What'd you do to him?"

He's practically bristling with energy, ready to fight if he has to. Especially if it means getting Ferran out of danger.

[oathkeeper]

[The first thing Sora notices is the sting of wind hitting his cheeks. The bright lights of some foreign place reflecting in the cement and brief flicker of traffic. For a moment Sora almost thinks he's dreaming his own dream- one of high towers and bright city lights and his own reflection mirroring back at him through rain puddles. But the voices he hears jars him sharply out of those thoughts. He sees a man and ...]

Ferran?!

[He snaps to attention, letting the haze of the dream finally sink in. He looks to the pair and reaches out. Almost ready to call a weapon or some flash of magic in urgency.]

Stop! Where do you think you're going?!

[sleightofhans]

[Well, this sure explains a lot.

Granted, Hans still doesn't entirely understand what's going on, but given how Ferran reacted to his own death and subsequent lack of care towards Hans' misdeeds, it's been clear that something is going on with him. And now, he finds this older man that Ferran hated and wanted to kill at some point, but now, doesn't even want to hurt him. Quite a big change, if you ask him.

It's almost impressive. Hans takes a step forward, although he doesn't draw any weapon just yet. Seems like a bad idea anyway.]

What happened here? [Hans decides to take a worried tone, even though this is technically Ferran's dream and knows what he's really like.]

[fatedmahou]

[Arriving on the balcony, Mirai hadn't known what to look out for. It didn't take long for the two of them to pop into view. She recognized this man from before. Though she was not one to succumb to anger very often, she felt her blood boil, knowing enough that this man was a bad influence on Ferran. The shackles and wounds were enough to warrant her attention instead of Onyx though.

She wanted to call out to him... Let Ferran know she was here, but nothing came out. Those pajamas were familiar. So it turned out that they've both seen what had happened before arriving at Reverein. The moment he slumped unconsciously in Onyx arms, she lurched forward finally.]

Wait! What did you do to him?! Is there any way to stop his wounds?

[Shaking lightly, she ignored her thoughts on the man for the time being.]

Please... Please let me help him somehow.