night mare event

[breakin_ur_lore]

Slowly he becomes aware of softness around him; a bed - a nice one, decked out with throws and pillows, not like the one he's made his own in Demeleier. The softness is almost too comforting, encouraging him to remain there with his eyes closed, even though he's certain he must be back home now, returned by whatever force took him away in the first place.

Slowly he becomes aware of arms around him, a head resting against his. It's familiar, because when he was small he used to sneak into the other room to cuddle up against this person, whose face was the first thing he remembered, whose presence meant safety and warmth and love. And even though he's not a child anymore, he lays his head against Meryl's chest and feels safe again.

Slowly he becomes aware of another presence in the room - and he's not quite sure how he's aware of her, but instinctively he feels her there. Strong and fierce, and sad, something else from his childhood that had gone unexplained for years until he met her face to face a few months ago. There's a weight on the bed as she sits with them, and even though they haven't been acquainted long, he knows his mother is there and feels warm again.

Slowly he becomes aware of one more person, entirely new but no less welcome. He had met her last of all, and not known her long before her death, but in her final moments he felt her love all around him, giving him the strength to carry on. His grandmother smiles at him and he knows it through closed eyes, and feels loved again.

And slowly he becomes aware of a pulling sensation, moving him away from the love, and the warmth, and the safety of these three, these people who care for him. Now he wishes his eyes would open, and his body would move and his voice would call out to them to stay, grab at them to keep the pulling from separating them. But he can't, and he's stuck in dread as they somehow become farther and farther away without moving at all. It becomes colder, and his heartstrings are stretched as his loved ones drift further.

When he can finally open his eyes, he can see them above him, as though he's down a deep hole or made tiny in a snowglobe. The world around him is dark and different, and he reaches up for them but his arms are pitifully tiny and the distance is too long. He calls for them, but his voice makes no sound, and they only become smaller as they grow more distant.

They've left someone for him, a shadow in the corner of his eyes, but although in waking the man is loved as much as the others are, in the dream-world he is unwelcome and strange. He screams and runs and reaches as far as he can, as hard as he can, but he can't get back to them, and he's left with strangeness and cold and emptiness where they once were.

[ooc: not very interactive, I know, so your character can just be a bystander for this one. Thereth's will prolly be up tomorrow cause damn that took a lot of energy and sad songs to write.]

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[tapferkeit.livejournal.com]

This was something Link was uncomfortable watching for two reasons. The first, and the biggest, was that he felt like he was intruding. First upon something peaceful, and then upon one of those fears everyone carries in their hearts - a fear that, in this dream, Link knew that it wouldn't be something anyone could save another from. It made him want to turn his head away, to let this person remain with their private thoughts.

And the other reason...

He'd never known a family like he'd seen at first, and the pang of want in his heart for it was sharper than he wanted it to be.

He couldn't reach out for Med'an, so he stayed, hovering, between dream and reality. But eventually...

He did not take the ocarina from his tunic and put it to his lips. He did not even choose which song to play. One moment he was standing in the void, and the next he was playing the Song of Healing. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLxlc_83zU0)

[breakin-ur-lore.livejournal.com]

The song drifts through the air to his ears, sudden and different in quality from the rest of the dream. He's never heard it before, but it feels soothing - not enough to break the ache of being left, but lessening it.

The shadowed man they left is still. He does not play any instruments. Where, then, is it coming from?