![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Jul. 22nd, 2020 03:06 ammatt making caleb have ukotoa dreams wld be great reparations for not doing Anything with the blood pact
https://twitter.com/bicalebwidogast/status/1285610718704939008
"mercer POV," is what i am calling this.
you roll over and try to drift off. it takes a while. the forest sounds. the breathing of the other nein. but eventually --
-- you have a familiar dream. you're in blumenthal. over there is astrid. she has a scar over her eye, her hair shorn. her face is partially burned. you see eodwolf. he's wearing that determined look you know him so well for. his jaw is clenched.
- in front of you is your house. a dim candle burns in the window.
- strong, papery fingers on your shoulder. familiar. urging. you lift your hand and your whole body feels alight with the familiar power. your house is burning and the cart you put in front of the door is shuddering with the effort of the door trying to open.
- the fingers are cold all of a sudden. wet. water begins to seep through your shoulder. the fingers are in your chest. squeezing your heart. you try to suck in a breath and it feels like taking a swallow of sea water. you turn to try and see the hand but there's nothing --- a boundless expanse, blue-tinted and thick. you turn again, and again, a cat chasing it's own tail, the feeling of the hand on your shoulder, growing, thickening -- not fingers anymore. feels like tendrils squeezing you.
you turn for the n-th time. the ocean goes in every direction. the hard-packed dirt of blumenthal is sand under your boots. the clench on your shoulder gets harder and harder and you feel the bones in your shoulder start to break. pain explodes through you, sinking you to your knees. you scream and choke down a mouthful of sea water.
when you look up your house is there. you see the charred beams of the roof, crumbling slowly under the water. bits of cutlery ar floating away. something else. white. bones. tattered, familiar clothing. decomposing flesh.
the familiar shattering takes you, as it always does, when you have this dream. the absolute unbelivability of it. the horror. when you scream the water doesn't change how it sounds. you scream and scream and the tendrils that have swallowed your shattered shoulder are wrapping around you and pulling you away from the home you destroyed. you're screaming and fighting like you did, like you always do, but the hand and tendrils so much stronger, like they always are.
you whip your screaming, agonized body around and are faced with a huge yellow eye, with a long slit pupil. everything stops. the pain disappears. your heart ceases to beat. your screams go silent. you are linked to this eye, in some way you do not understand.
a voice booms through your mind. you expect to be papery and thin, like the commands - demands - used to be, but it is massive, huge, deep. unfamiliar. nothing you've ever felt.
INDUCT. INITIATE.
the pain explodes through you. the tendrils are crushing your whole body. you try to breathe and when you exhale there's no space for another breath. the last thing you see - is - two small - humanoid sized - yellow eyes - familiar - a green hand, offering --
--- you bolt up, familiar nausea and then on the retch seawater spills from your mouth, salty and unpleasant, and fjord is staring at you with absolute horror, his hand clenching his own breastbone.
https://twitter.com/bicalebwidogast/status/1285610718704939008
"mercer POV," is what i am calling this.
you roll over and try to drift off. it takes a while. the forest sounds. the breathing of the other nein. but eventually --
-- you have a familiar dream. you're in blumenthal. over there is astrid. she has a scar over her eye, her hair shorn. her face is partially burned. you see eodwolf. he's wearing that determined look you know him so well for. his jaw is clenched.
- in front of you is your house. a dim candle burns in the window.
- strong, papery fingers on your shoulder. familiar. urging. you lift your hand and your whole body feels alight with the familiar power. your house is burning and the cart you put in front of the door is shuddering with the effort of the door trying to open.
- the fingers are cold all of a sudden. wet. water begins to seep through your shoulder. the fingers are in your chest. squeezing your heart. you try to suck in a breath and it feels like taking a swallow of sea water. you turn to try and see the hand but there's nothing --- a boundless expanse, blue-tinted and thick. you turn again, and again, a cat chasing it's own tail, the feeling of the hand on your shoulder, growing, thickening -- not fingers anymore. feels like tendrils squeezing you.
you turn for the n-th time. the ocean goes in every direction. the hard-packed dirt of blumenthal is sand under your boots. the clench on your shoulder gets harder and harder and you feel the bones in your shoulder start to break. pain explodes through you, sinking you to your knees. you scream and choke down a mouthful of sea water.
when you look up your house is there. you see the charred beams of the roof, crumbling slowly under the water. bits of cutlery ar floating away. something else. white. bones. tattered, familiar clothing. decomposing flesh.
the familiar shattering takes you, as it always does, when you have this dream. the absolute unbelivability of it. the horror. when you scream the water doesn't change how it sounds. you scream and scream and the tendrils that have swallowed your shattered shoulder are wrapping around you and pulling you away from the home you destroyed. you're screaming and fighting like you did, like you always do, but the hand and tendrils so much stronger, like they always are.
you whip your screaming, agonized body around and are faced with a huge yellow eye, with a long slit pupil. everything stops. the pain disappears. your heart ceases to beat. your screams go silent. you are linked to this eye, in some way you do not understand.
a voice booms through your mind. you expect to be papery and thin, like the commands - demands - used to be, but it is massive, huge, deep. unfamiliar. nothing you've ever felt.
INDUCT. INITIATE.
the pain explodes through you. the tendrils are crushing your whole body. you try to breathe and when you exhale there's no space for another breath. the last thing you see - is - two small - humanoid sized - yellow eyes - familiar - a green hand, offering --
--- you bolt up, familiar nausea and then on the retch seawater spills from your mouth, salty and unpleasant, and fjord is staring at you with absolute horror, his hand clenching his own breastbone.