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Who: Martel Yggdrasill and you!
What: Nightmares!
When: Today
Where: In Martel's nightmares
Rating: T to R for death and blood and general horror stuff.

[Martel was asleep in her bed when the toxin came, and she fell from her dreamless state of sleep to something much, much worse.

When you arrive in her dreamscape at first it seems empty, just blackness that seems to never end. It’s cold, and empty, and it’s almost like you’re trapped there, with nothing. Only when you take a step, does the blackness start to resolve into colors and pictures. A nightmare starts to take form, and you can’t escape until it plays out.

What’s your worst fear?]

[ooc: Sections: DEATH | GUILT TIME | SOULLESS/EVIL CRYSTAL DISEASE]

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[Martel can't hear him shouting, or see the man coming. She's knows her killer is there, though. She knows what's going to happen, as it's already happened before. The nightmare has to play out exactly, and she can't move, can't turn around, can't run.

She lets out a scream as he runs her through, and pulls it out, letting her collapse in a heap to the ground, holding her wound. And then he just disappears like he was never there, the bloodied sword dropping to the grass by her side.]

[Yuan couldn't care less about where the man has gone, so it seems fitting that he's gone nowhere. The paralysis has fled, and he's dashing to her side now, kneeling down and cradling her in his arms. She's warm and soft as ever, and that is far, far too much blood, and he knows how this works, he knows, but it doesn't stop the way the bottom has dropped out of his stomach, the feeling of spiraling out of control, the way he can't seem to get enough air. He pets her hair desperately, eyes searching hers.]

Stay with me. Stay with me, we'll...we'll... [He can't finish that sentence. His vocal cords just stop working. He knows better. It shouldn't even hurt anymore, after all the times he's seen this exact scene.

But it still does. Every time.]

[Martel knows it's Yuan who's holding her now, but she isn't sure if it is really him, or some figment of her imagination? She has no idea anymore, but she has to try to tell him what her brother was going to do, figment or not. She couldn't die like this and let him make the same mistakes over again. She reaches up and touches his face to get his attention.]

Yuan, listen to me. Whatever happens, however horrible it is, just... let me die. Don't let my brother do what he wants. Don't give into hate, please. Do it for me, if not for yourself. So I can die knowing that everything will be all right. That the world, and you, will go on living without me. [She's struggling for every word, and probably making herself die faster, but he needs to know.]

[He almost wants to laugh, but the impulse can't make it through the sorrow that's practically strangling him. His voice is low, rough with so many emotions he can't even identify them all.] ...It's too late, Martel. It's me. We've already made those mistakes, this is just...

...You said we were even. You said we were even, so that means you can't die here. I- I can cauterize the wound, maybe. It'll hurt like hell, but at least- at least maybe-

[She's the one who laughs, weak and choked up, stroking his cheek.] It doesn't work that way, Yuan. I'm just going to have to owe you again... Three deaths, actually. [But maybe people were right when they say the third time's a charm.]

No. [He shakes his head, suddenly aware that he's gradually losing the fight against tears.] No. I won't let this- this can't-

[He clutches her close, leaning his forehead against hers, not caring that her blood is soaking through his clothing.] I can't lose you.

[Her voice is quiet when she talks, because she can't manage any louder. She knows she doesn't have much longer.] Yuan, my love, it will all be all right. I promise. I'm not afraid... I'll always be with you, even when I'm dead.

Don't say it like that. Don't talk like that...Martel... [His breath hitches, eyes stinging as the first of the inevitable tears begin to fall.] Please...don't go. Don't go. [He's clinging harder now, tears dripping onto her cheeks. His mouth moves silently a few more times, but his voice seems to have vanished with that final, helpless plea.]

Don't cry. Please. You've suffered enough for me...cried enough for me... Please... [The last word is just a ghost of one, as she closes her eyes, not letting her own tears escape before she goes limp in his arms, her hand sliding from his cheek.]

[She's gone. She's left him again. Her blood, no longer flowing, is starting to cool and stiffen in his clothes.

Bereft, the last of Yuan's control breaks. Clinging to Martel's body, fingers running through her hair over and over, all he can do is weep quietly, broken sobs shaking his whole form as he gives up even the pretense of holding them back.]

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