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Eustace ([personal profile] flamekthunder) wrote in [community profile] dreamcrystals2022-07-21 08:50 pm

fifth entry ⊗ first dream: only in a dream

Sender: Eustace
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
Warnings: Death makes for a sad ending to an otherwise happy dream (no violent acts but there is a lot of heavy grief)
Notes: A dream depicting glimpses of a lone wolf at various stages of his life and eventually forming his own family until...


It begins with a vast snowy white landscape, so empty and barren save for a few bundles of trees that appear here and there. Atop a barren cliff lays a lone silver gray wolf, its right eye slightly scarred at its brow as if it had been burned, but it's subtle, just barely noticeable under the tufts of fur. As the wolf slowly opens its eyes, the right eye is a little duller compared to the bright blue of the left. But it can see just as well and it tracks the sudden movement below—of other wolves crossing the snowy plains, a few of them playing around and running freely with each other. It seems warmer down there, welcoming...yet the lone wolf remains at his perch, turning his head away as ice forms around him.

Time passes and what was once a barren snowscape has changed, pockets of grass and more trees poking through the snow. The wolf is now on the ground watching the others play around, but while he keeps his distance every so often one approaches to shove its head against his side, as if pushing the wolf to the group. The wolf grumbles, pinning his ears and baring his fangs...but he never attacks. Instead two smaller ones appear, one with blue tinted fur and another and orange red, and it's with their help that the lone wolf moves and is brought into the fold. There other wolves run out to greet him, each with their own distinct markings. The lone wolf still doesn't really participate, but he stays within the group, watching...and slowly his tail sways from one side to the other.

Like stop motion the trees grow, the grass spreads, and the number of wolves grow. The once lone wolf still doesn't really participate with their antics, but he appears calmer and more relaxed. He mostly stays on the edge, but he wanders through to be with the others, even letting the younger ones "tussle" with him. The cliff he once inhabited has turned into a mossy green and he hasn't returned to it in a long while. But when he looks out, there's a new wolf beyond the pack—black, female, with deep red eyes. He's wary at first, but she's welcomed into the fold like everyone else who has come through. When she passes by him, his eyes follow her, the scent of flowers lingering.

Once more time passes and the scenes pass quickly, all focused on the black wolf. Of her bothering the gray wolf and sticking to his side. Of her crying and he comforting her. Of him chasing and cornering her. Of quiet moments of them together. With each one, more snow disappears and the feeling of spring grows with the warm atmosphere, and his voice whispers in the breeze as each snapshot passes through.

Tifa, you are my partner now, and I want you to be there in my future. I told you before... You are the one I chose to be my partner for life. The one I chose to give my heart and soul to. No one else.

Tifa Lockhart.

The two wolves race through the snow, a black and silver blur leaving flowers in their wake.
Will you marry me?

Around their necks are matching necklaces: a metal dog tag and glowing charm, the moon on the black wolf and a star on the gray. They continue into the forest of trees, through a flower field bursting with colors—the sunlight dancing over them as petals swirl around them as the two wolves continue to frolic and play with each other, the remaining ice that had once surrounded the gray wolf completely melted away. Eventually they stop to rest against each other, and as he looks over at his mate, his blue eyes shine in a way they never have before. Soft, gentle, completely in love. Slowly they close, wrapped up in that beautiful bliss...

...And when they open, he finds himself staring at two small pairs of eyes, one red, one blue, their coats a darker gray. The pups' tails wag eagerly in the air as they bark.
Dad!
Yay he's awake!
Play with us!

At first he's confused—
Dad?

Who's dad?? But he hears the soft laugh and as he's shoved over onto the side by the pups, he looks over to see the black wolf sitting nearby with a smile, her red eyes shining in delight. Understanding crashes into him like a tidal wave, and while something in the back of his mind tries to warn him, there's a burst of light, the ground overflowing with flowers as he laughs and plays with the pups. His pups.

His family.

Things go by in a blur. Spending lazy days together, meeting and venturing with the original pack. It seems as if it all could end peacefully like this. ...But then there's a low rumble overhead, dark shadows overtaking the once sunny area. As lightning cracks high overhead as if to shatter the once picturesque sky, the pups whine and hide beneath his legs. It's just a storm and yet there's a chill in the air that causes every single hair to stand on end. One that makes them run, run before the darkness engulfs them, run to their home where they would be safe. But—
Where is she?

—the thought blares through his mind as they dash into the cave and everything goes dark.


Rain falls. It beats on the gray wolf who sits with his head hung low, his once vibrant blue eyes dull and lifeless, tears now ice frozen on his fur. In fact there's no color at all—it's all white, gray, and black. In front of him is the black wolf lying on her side, eyes closed. A dark pool spreads beneath her lifeless body, flecks of red breaking through the monochrome. Her necklace lies in shattered pieces, the beautiful glowing moon crushed, dull. Beside him the pups whine and try to move him, but he doesn't budge. He can't. The weight of loss chains him down—

I failed.
I failed to protect her...

I killed her.

Slowly he falls forward, his head landing lightly just above hers. As the rain turns to the snow, ice crackles and forms around him. At first he still hears the pups, but when he slowly cranes his neck he can see them fade away, disappearing into the ether. Because they were never real to begin with.

They never can be real, a dark voice whispers as the snow continues to slowly bury him. None of this is.

No longer is he a wolf, but Eustace cradling Tifa's lifeless body as it slowly disappears, the snow and ice almost completely covering him as the voice becomes heavier and more oppressive as it continues.

When you wake up, you will forget it all like you did before. When she wakes up she will leave you for another.

A dream. This is all just a dream.

All it ever will be.


[It's there that the dream will cut off as Eustace jolts awake.

Note: there will be some delay before Eustace responds but he'll at least be of...somewhat calm mind if a bit more reticent and giving shorter, curt answers. ]
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-10 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[She laments quietly when he pulls back, her smile turning into a pout, eyes practically begging for him to come back and whisper those sweet vows in practice, but her own expression turns thoughtful as well when he brings up... a very good point...]

Really?

[Her brows arch up and there's a pause as she runs through the people she knows in her head.]

... Guess I never really thought of it. Maybe we could ask around?

[Is that even something that needs to be done here? Although, given that he's even brought it up, it would seem that it's a tradition in both their worlds, and she'd like to abide by it—make their marriage official in every way, so guess it's time to find an officiant???]
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-11 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's the briefest moments of surprise, his question giving her pause, but her expression quickly softens as those images begin to settle at the forefront of her mind. Distant, fuzzy, uncertain images of a wedding she's dreamt of that have become clearer over time. It's not that she's never thought of it before—she has plenty of times—but the idea of a wedding had only begun to simmer and stir when Tifa had decided that she had loved the man in front of her.

And when she had, it had shifted and grown into something that had a part of both of them in it.

The flush in her cheeks becomes more prominent, the pink turning to a deeper red to match her eyes as she skirts them away.]


Mm. I just... want to marry you.

[It doesn't have to be anything special. They could get married right here, alone together in the forest with not a single soul for miles as the sun rises over them and she would be the happiest girl in Reverein. But she knows that that isn't how it's going to go, and there would be a lot of people here who would want to celebrate with them. Aerith would have a fit if she missed out, and her voice ringing in the back of Tifa's head scolding her has her laughing quietly to herself.]

It can be a small wedding. Maybe... somewhere outside town? In a clearing or a place just like this...

[A place that feels magical, but at the same time... peaceful. Serene.]

... Maybe we could have the Wild Harvest make the food. And...

[There's another pause, and she looks around them before she leans over and carefully plucks a star flower from the ground to hold between them. This part, she's actually thought about, and always had a much clearer image of it in her head.]

For the reception, we could have these everywhere, and some little lights at night.

[Not that it'll be a problem for them.]
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-12 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Her answer doesn't come immediately, and instead, she watches as the petals twirl between her fingers before she's peering up, catching the way the glow reflects in the pale blues of his eyes. It takes her breath away for a moment, but after a breath--]

Something like that, yeah.

[And she imagines it would go late into the night, until the two of them snuck away from the festivities, whatever they may be. Dancing and mingling and eating...

But at his next question, Tifa hesitates with thought again, and this time... This time she really looks at him. Her gaze lingers on his eyes, and then his ears, his hair, and back down to his lips...

The time doesn't truly matter to her. It could be tomorrow, or next week. Hell, Tifa wishes it could be right now, but as she runs through her thoughts, something strikes her.]


... How about in the winter? After it's snowed?
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-13 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[The fact remains that if she could decide it all for them, it would be today, but the more she thinks about it and the longer her eyes roam his face, she becomes more sure of her answer.

Her fingers thread through his hair to comb it back away from his face as she admires him—his white hair, and the seas of blue in his eyes that she always seems to drown in... She huffs a laugh at how silly it sounds when she repeats the words over in her head, but if he really wants to know—]


The snow reminds me of you.

[And of simpler days.]
Edited 2022-08-13 13:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-14 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[His surprise doesn't come as one to her and at first, she only laughs back, amused, but as her hand comes to rest against the side of his face again, her expression turns affection and warm, her eyes brimming with that gleam of fondness that she only ever reserves for him.]

Yes, you.

[Tifa's face flushes with a colour that's deep and obvious enough that he can likely see it through the dimmer lights.]

Snowfalls are... calm. Quiet... Soft. [She begins carefully.] I could watch them all day back in Nibelheim when I was growing up. The first snowfalls were always my favourite... But then there were the days when it stormed, and the snow would bat at the windows. It would remind me of how strong and resilient it was. Even dangerous, sometimes.

[Her thumb rolls lightly over his cheek.]

But in the end... no matter how cold the snow is, if you're brave enough to reach out and touch it, it just... melts away.
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-16 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a cooler exterior that he wears—one that, like the snow, can work to put out anything if it wanted to, that could wreck worlds with its silent vigour, but Tifa has been lucky enough to see past that. To melt away that ice that it's formed and see with her own eyes the softer, gentler sides of him, and that beautiful uniqueness on the inside. The things that make him special and stand out—the things that make him Eustace in the same way that each snowflake is different from the rest.

So, when he compares her to the sun, she can't help but laugh a little. It's a soft, happy, tender sound that glides out on a breath as she drops her forehead to meet his.]


I guess we really are perfect for each other.

[Not that there was any question in her mind about it, but there are always moments like this that remind her that it's true.]

... So, winter it is then?
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-17 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm.

[Tifa slips her hands away to fold them between her knees, but she curls her body near his, seeking his warmth even as the sun's rays have started to kiss her skin. There's a reminiscent hum of her own in return, but it transforms into a giggle when she remembers how the last holiday went down for them. Back then, it had been so tense and awkward, but have they finally reached the point where they can look to it and laugh?

It had been the month when they had shared their very first kiss in this world, although the things that lead up to it were less than ideal, she still counts it as one, and will never forget it. And then...]


What, you don't want to get stuck in a giftbox with me again? Could make for an interesting wedding.
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-17 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Tifa gasps out loud with a mixture of both feigned and real surprise, but the swat she gives him on the arm is as real as can be, and so are the peals of laughs that follow. The flush settles back into her cheeks, and she dips away from him, tipping her head from his shoulder in the other direction.]

You never were one to wait.

[This impatient wolf. Although she's no better.]
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-17 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, she can't even pretend to hate when he does this, even as she tries to sneak her face away from him as he practically leans over her, or when she lifts a finger briefly to his lips. The way his arm loops around her sends her stomach fluttering with an electric energy, and she lets her gaze linger on his smirk before they slowly and shyly roam up to his eyes.]

Well, when you do things like this... Can you...

[But Tifa doesn't finish the thought, instead cutting herself off with a nervous laugh.]




[why are they like this]
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-17 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tifa nibbles gently on her lip, the sensation of his breath tickling her shoulder sending a flurry of feelings through her, and she leans back into him, returning to the spot—her spot at his side. She looks at him for a long while, her answer clear in the glint of her eyes, but there's that slight crinkle in her brow that stops her.]

... Are you feeling better?
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-17 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[She wraps her arms around his neck, and now it's her turn to lean in for a hug.]

Better.

[And that isn't entirely a lie. While Tifa still feels her worry for him weighing down on her, she won't let it drown her too much if he's feeling better. Like him, she doesn't think it will ever completely go away, and that's just something that they'll both have to learn to accept. One day, maybe... they'll be able to forget all of this and continue to live in peace, but for now, she can't—she won't allow it to take away the happier moments like this one.

She wants to focus on this. What they have right now... in this moment, so she nuzzles her nose into the crook of his neck.]


Let's stay up here just a little longer...
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[personal profile] starshower 2022-08-17 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She smiles against his neck, her relief becoming tangible in the new breeze that brushes past them, leaving behind a warm buzz that lingers. It's the kind that reminds her of that feeling after eating a fresh strawberry or dipping her toes in the water at the beach, or when he leaves a kiss so tender that it stays behind even after his lips leave hers.

Those nightmares be damned, what they have now is so much better than that. They may have woken up in a start this morning, and have seen some things they'd rather not, but the moments like this seem to wash it all away, even if it's for a little while.]


We're going to be okay... I promise...

[The vow is murmured into his hair as she peppers his skin with kisses, and her arms squeeze him tight. And as they watch the sunrise together, and bathe in its crisp morning glow, she can really, truly believe that they will be. It's something. It's something she can hold onto until it's time for them to return and face reality...]