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recommence2014-11-26 03:04 pm
thequeensown) wrote in recommence2014-11-26 03:04 pm
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Who: Talia and YOU!
What: Nightmares aren't only for the young
When: November 26th
Where: Around the Black Tide and Logan's cabin
Warnings: Bad dreams and cuddling
Notes: Will adjust rating if needed, but I don't foresee it happening.
Nightmares weren't something kept solely to those young of age. They came with sleep as the weather came to each new day, sometimes coursing like a storm and other times with barely a trace of wind in the skies. Those were the days that Talia had come to look forward to, the days where she went dreamless into sleep and managed to make it all the way through the night without waking in a cold sweat.
After the explosion, Logan had insisted that the Herald stay in his cabin until she was feeling 100% again, but she'd insisted that she was fine. She was right next door to his cabin and could easily make her way there if she needed, or call for him and have him come to her.
But she'd insisted she was fine.
But things weren't fine and Talia's nights were far from dreamless. Of late, her dreams were filled with explosions and deeper, darker things that she'd experienced. Some of the things from before she was brought to the Elegante, and one ting in particular haunted her since shortly after she was Chosen by Rolan.
~~~~~~
She was uneasy as she made her way through the halls of the Collegium, glancing over her shoulder to see if any Blues were hiding behind her in wait. They liked to watch for her when she was alone... when she couldn't draw attention to the shoves or tripping.
She saw no one, though, and breathed an exhale of relief. A bell began to toll and she cursed, knowing she was going to be late for her rotation in the kitchens if she didn't hurry. She had one choice, as the normal course through the Collegium would take too long, and quickly changed course for the back path that lead near the stables.
As she approached the nearly frozen over river, she didn't have time to process what was happening before they were on top of her.
"Give Talamir our regards!" they jeered, before grabbing her bodily. She fought. Oh, Havens, how she'd fought them, but they were much bigger than she'd been... she'd always been on the slight side. She opened her mouth to cry out just as they tossed her, but her scream was swallowed up as she hit the water and the frozen river swallowed her.
~~~~~~
She tosses in her sleep, and regrettably (for all of you on board), she's not shielding worth a piss right now. In fact, her shields are completely down.
What does this mean for all of you? It means that all of you are going to be treated to the pure terror that it is to begin drowning. She lashes in her sleep, sweat covering her body despite the memories of biting cold that burned and hurt. Terror as she nearly grabs onto the ice, only to have it break away and spill her back into the icy waters, her own warm weather clothes now working against her. Pain as she fights for breath, lungs burning as she forces her way up to the surface and gasps half a breath before she's pulled under the ice entirely.
Talia hasn't had nightmares this bad in quite some time. She's been able to hold them off, never getting quite as much sleep as she should while holding her shields firmly in place.
With a jolt, she sits up and gasps for air, sucking in deep breaths as she trembles.
She realizes then that her shields are down, a wave of apology cutting through the fear as she tries to get it under wraps again. As fast as the terror and apology come on, she pulls her mental shields firmly back into place. She covers her mouth with her hands, but a sob slips past and she closes her eyes and tries to pull herself together.
She fumbles for her communicator, resting next to her bedside table.
"I'm sorry... so very sorry."
And it's off again as she drops the communicator to the bed, her hands trembling too hard to hold it.
[[OOC: Okay, so if your character is sensitive to mental 'magic', then you're going to get the full whammy of her projections (as full as you'd like, anyhoo). If you're character was sleeping, then the likelihood of them having bad dreams is exceedingly great.
Please note: They won't see what she was dreaming about, but will have to deal with the emotions.
Please, also note: You're character can pick up (or not pick up) on as much or as little of this as you'd like. I'll be making a separate action post for Logan. <3
xoxoxo
Alma]]
What: Nightmares aren't only for the young
When: November 26th
Where: Around the Black Tide and Logan's cabin
Warnings: Bad dreams and cuddling
Notes: Will adjust rating if needed, but I don't foresee it happening.
Nightmares weren't something kept solely to those young of age. They came with sleep as the weather came to each new day, sometimes coursing like a storm and other times with barely a trace of wind in the skies. Those were the days that Talia had come to look forward to, the days where she went dreamless into sleep and managed to make it all the way through the night without waking in a cold sweat.
After the explosion, Logan had insisted that the Herald stay in his cabin until she was feeling 100% again, but she'd insisted that she was fine. She was right next door to his cabin and could easily make her way there if she needed, or call for him and have him come to her.
But she'd insisted she was fine.
But things weren't fine and Talia's nights were far from dreamless. Of late, her dreams were filled with explosions and deeper, darker things that she'd experienced. Some of the things from before she was brought to the Elegante, and one ting in particular haunted her since shortly after she was Chosen by Rolan.
She was uneasy as she made her way through the halls of the Collegium, glancing over her shoulder to see if any Blues were hiding behind her in wait. They liked to watch for her when she was alone... when she couldn't draw attention to the shoves or tripping.
She saw no one, though, and breathed an exhale of relief. A bell began to toll and she cursed, knowing she was going to be late for her rotation in the kitchens if she didn't hurry. She had one choice, as the normal course through the Collegium would take too long, and quickly changed course for the back path that lead near the stables.
As she approached the nearly frozen over river, she didn't have time to process what was happening before they were on top of her.
"Give Talamir our regards!" they jeered, before grabbing her bodily. She fought. Oh, Havens, how she'd fought them, but they were much bigger than she'd been... she'd always been on the slight side. She opened her mouth to cry out just as they tossed her, but her scream was swallowed up as she hit the water and the frozen river swallowed her.
She tosses in her sleep, and regrettably (for all of you on board), she's not shielding worth a piss right now. In fact, her shields are completely down.
What does this mean for all of you? It means that all of you are going to be treated to the pure terror that it is to begin drowning. She lashes in her sleep, sweat covering her body despite the memories of biting cold that burned and hurt. Terror as she nearly grabs onto the ice, only to have it break away and spill her back into the icy waters, her own warm weather clothes now working against her. Pain as she fights for breath, lungs burning as she forces her way up to the surface and gasps half a breath before she's pulled under the ice entirely.
Talia hasn't had nightmares this bad in quite some time. She's been able to hold them off, never getting quite as much sleep as she should while holding her shields firmly in place.
With a jolt, she sits up and gasps for air, sucking in deep breaths as she trembles.
She realizes then that her shields are down, a wave of apology cutting through the fear as she tries to get it under wraps again. As fast as the terror and apology come on, she pulls her mental shields firmly back into place. She covers her mouth with her hands, but a sob slips past and she closes her eyes and tries to pull herself together.
She fumbles for her communicator, resting next to her bedside table.
"I'm sorry... so very sorry."
And it's off again as she drops the communicator to the bed, her hands trembling too hard to hold it.
[[OOC: Okay, so if your character is sensitive to mental 'magic', then you're going to get the full whammy of her projections (as full as you'd like, anyhoo). If you're character was sleeping, then the likelihood of them having bad dreams is exceedingly great.
Please note: They won't see what she was dreaming about, but will have to deal with the emotions.
Please, also note: You're character can pick up (or not pick up) on as much or as little of this as you'd like. I'll be making a separate action post for Logan. <3
xoxoxo
Alma]]