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dreamcrystals2023-01-17 03:01 am
rudehero) wrote in dreamcrystals2023-01-17 03:01 am
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1 👹 Dream Recording
Sender: Yuri Hyuga
To: Everyone, if they don't mind the minor nightmare energy coming from it.
Subject: Passive Dream-turned-Nightmare Recording
Warnings: Some vague body horror descriptions (I tried to be not too graphic)
A lab is the place the dream picks up in.
A very old lab, in fact. Dimly lit with a large tube filled with liquid in the center, a giant crystal at its base. A very ancient man is chanting what seems to be a spell, following it up with the final words as something takes shape:
"...By the wheels of the Cherubim, take this soul beyond the Gates of Time!"
The form of a woman begins to take shape, Yuri's face reflected in the glass. The more she forms, the more worried his face in the glass.
But something happens, and the crystal beneath shatters, cracking the tube and nearly overloading the machine in the room. The reforming body in the tube begins to break away, disappearing. The face of the woman is still in the tube as the rest of her body disappears, and at the base, a dark liquid bubbles up.
He knows this. He knows he stops it. But this time it doesn't stop and dissipate when he wills it away, or tries to. Instead it invades the tube through the cracks, turning the last bit of the woman's soul into something beginning to become twisted and unlike what she was, the last bit of her voice that would have said sweet words to him becoming distorted and deep, only repeating "It hurts, it hurts."
The nightmare abruptly ends as Yuri is forcibly woken.
To: Everyone, if they don't mind the minor nightmare energy coming from it.
Subject: Passive Dream-turned-Nightmare Recording
Warnings: Some vague body horror descriptions (I tried to be not too graphic)
A lab is the place the dream picks up in.
A very old lab, in fact. Dimly lit with a large tube filled with liquid in the center, a giant crystal at its base. A very ancient man is chanting what seems to be a spell, following it up with the final words as something takes shape:
"...By the wheels of the Cherubim, take this soul beyond the Gates of Time!"
The form of a woman begins to take shape, Yuri's face reflected in the glass. The more she forms, the more worried his face in the glass.
But something happens, and the crystal beneath shatters, cracking the tube and nearly overloading the machine in the room. The reforming body in the tube begins to break away, disappearing. The face of the woman is still in the tube as the rest of her body disappears, and at the base, a dark liquid bubbles up.
He knows this. He knows he stops it. But this time it doesn't stop and dissipate when he wills it away, or tries to. Instead it invades the tube through the cracks, turning the last bit of the woman's soul into something beginning to become twisted and unlike what she was, the last bit of her voice that would have said sweet words to him becoming distorted and deep, only repeating "It hurts, it hurts."
The nightmare abruptly ends as Yuri is forcibly woken.
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[There would have been a lot of guilt, and he'd likely be more eager to die than he already had been at that point. Things probably wouldn't have gone great once they got to Takamagahara... but he wouldn't have endangered his companions, either.]
She didn't come back, though. But she was all right. That's all that mattered.
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[It doesn't really seem like enough to say so, but the sentiment is a simple one. Loss sucks. She knows that well.]
When you say she was all right, you mean... she was at peace?
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[She didn't want to come back. She did what she wanted, and god she was strong for it. He knows what Alice sacrificed for him.]
She did something for me that I could never repay her for, and she's at peace with that.
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[That sounds familiar.]
... what's it like? Carrying that around now. Seems like it would be hard for anyone to feel they deserve something like that.
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[He won't mince words.]
Buried her with my own two hands, and when all that happened... I felt like shit. But Alice wouldn't want me to feel bad, so I try not to.
[Even if it's hard to live with. Alice wouldn't want him to hate himself for what had happened, she saved him, wanted him to live so he'd damn well try to— and had— til now.]
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[Shit. That's heavy.]
Think I know how you feel, though. Had someone give everything up for me. It's hard not to feel like shit when you're here and they're not.
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