dream recording 🔶 life flashing before your eyes

[noblegarnet]

Warnings: blood, death, past suicidal ideation, decapitation

—You have to go, angel, your mother urges you as she holds back tears, your father doing what he can to lift a fallen, crackling beam for you to go past, his glasses askew. The smoke is already horrible, the heat alone suffocating enough. Your right arm stings and throbs, blood dripping from your useless hand, but you can't afford to pay attention to it. Vision blurring—

I love you, you sob.

You barely remember stumbling through the fiery hallways. Something lands on your back at one point. You notice that the knob of the front door has burned your hand before you collapse.

You'd almost thought that was the end. Maybe it would have been easier if it had been. You still aren't sure how long you were unconscious at the hospital.

—The horrific, twisted whale fall pulses, choking you even through the breathing charms with its dark sickness. You're infected, you know, the plague taking advantage of your Fae nature, and you can already feel it crawling through your veins to get to the rest of you. You wait as the magical bomb is activated, even after the dragon calls for all of you to flee. A young woman with white hair takes you by the arm.

Now's not the time to throw your life away, she cries. Your argument doesn't last long, the explosion blinding you with blue light and breaking your fragile wings against your back as you try to protect your friend with your body, at least.

That wasn't it. The dragon caught you as you were all launched out of the ocean, and the medical witches cured you before the infection was irreversible. What would have happened if you died in another world, you wonder?

—Your best friend isn't with them, you notice. Curious, you turn your eyes about to find him, however bad a decision that might normally be when you're fighting the rest of the group—but it's not like they want to attack you, anyway. When you finally spot him, you see he's unnaturally obscured in shadow, aiming at the back of your guardian, the man who took everything from you and then became your family.

You use your new magic to teleport in the way, ignoring the strain of it. Nobody says anything to you before you're struck by the bolt shot by your best friend and your guardian's blade. Your vision goes white with pain and you collapse in the murderer's arms.

You survived then, too. He healed you, for all the good it did.

—I know you wouldn't want to hurt anyone like this.

A redheaded prince in a devilish costume torn by the same kind of gem shards your hands and legs have become stands in front of you, hesitating. You've sunk to your knees, head hung and waiting in your hopelessness, dark pools growing around you and threatening to create more monsters from your nightmares. You don't care. You don't care about anything, knowing there's no point. He will end it, finally.

He lifts his sword and lets it drop fully on the back of your neck, slicing through—cutting off your awareness of the rest of you, but you have just long enough to realize you no longer have a throat to scream—

NO, PLEASE

Ferran wakes in a panic.

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Sender: Susato Mikotoba

[judicialassistant]

[ Not the first time Susato will have died in a dream, or at least feel like she has, as she watches the scenes unfold. It probably would not be the last. It was difficult to tell at first, whose dream she may be watching. Watching everything in the dark, the explosion is even more blinding than usual.

Normally she is content to keep flipping the page and allow for whoever it is to keep their privacy, but by the end, it feels so familiar. She places a hand over her own neck, rubbing it gently at first as she closes her journal. She realizes then that she can actually check for the sender behind the dream, and she opens it again, seeing the familiar name.

... ]

Ferran? [ It's a hurried scribble. She doesn't know what else to say, just yet. ]

sender; ken hidaka

[countersteering]

{ He can't keep watching once the first sequence ends. The fire is too much and Ken's own reaction too visceral to keep him going with the dream. It's... too familiar and too different at the same time. Something half out of his own nightmares honestly, and that's definitely not what he needs now, in a strange place like this.

But once he himself calms down, visions of that burning warehouse fading from his own mind, he scribbles: ]

You okay?

1/2

[sleightofhans]

[So, someone is having a bad dream, and Hans is all over that. It can sometimes be a good way to learn about a person, even if some things aren't entirely correct. But hey, still good information, and Hans is more than willing to use any potential weakness to his advantage.

Except he's in the dream and what the hell Ferran??? at least dream of him in a better outfit

He knows the ending to this. He has more than enough time to look away, remove himself from this entire situation, but he can't help but watch, seeing himself raise the blade for one determinant swing. Multiple feelings bubble up within him, none of them being even remotely positive, and he'll just blame Ferran for that in the first place.]