Is There Someone I Can Pay To Let Me Go

[wilder]

Who: Zelos Wilder & YOU
What: Take a guess, no really, take a wild guess
When: All throughout the nightmare plot
Where: Dreamland
Rating: PG-13 to R....I sure hope it doesn't get higher than that.

[Hi everyone how has your weekend of nightmares gone? Terribly? Great! Ready for more? No? Too bad.]

[If you're traveling around in the nightmares, you'll come across an area that seems like no one has turned on the lights - it's pitch black and you can't see past that]

[Overall the space gives off a cold feeling. Really cold, like it should be snowing in here. Sound is easy to pick up, in fact it's almost like someone turned up the volume way loud on the world. You can hear your own heartbeat, that small squeak of your sneakers, your own breath. If you have bad lungs? Well now you know. Cut out those cigarettes or inhaling chemicals already! You sound terrible!]

[There doesn't seem to be anyone else around. In fact you get the overwhelming sense that you are nothing short but purely alone and that's the way it always is. ]

[Though, that will probably change real soon now that there are spectators]

[OOC: Same deal as Allen's post a couple days ago. Nightmares will sorta be tailored based on people's desires level of trauma or aspect. You can find out what sort of stuff you can be in for here! Anyone's welcomed!]

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[wilder]

[ITS HIS SUBCONSCIOUS, HE DOES WHAT HE WANTS.]

[He doesn't say anything. What is there to say? Arya had tried so hard to make things better, such an earnest attempt that was rather touching. Even if it doesn't change the real history]

[Once the boy is long gone, he walks over to sit down next to her, in the spot where the boy had been. He reaches over to gently brush some of her hair back away from her face]

[persequor]

[ She glances at his feet. She does not dare look at his face. ]

Are you angry with me?

[wilder]

[He shakes his head]

No, my little wolf.

[Sure, he really isn't thrilled you saw all this. But...that wasn't your fault, and you did a good thing]

[persequor]

[ This time she peeks at him before looking down again. ]

I'm sorry. [ For seeing that. For not being able to do anything. For getting involved. As if a dam broke, she charges on, a faintly hysterical thread in her voice. ] I don't know how I got here! I didn't mean to! I saw my mother and I—I just wanted him to stop looking, it's worse when you do! She is wrong. She is completely wrong! They both are! That's not what mothers do! And the servants are idiots! Who leaves a little boy there? They should have brought him in where it's safe. Why would someone want to kill you? I don't care who they are, if anyone tries to hurt you, I'll kill them myself, I swear on the honor of the House Stark, I'll do what I must…!

[wilder]

[He doesn't say anything. What is there to say? He knows she's in near hysterics, even if the words are so kind...he doesn't know how to respond to them. Too long he's gone without vocalizing the depths of the feelings she's addressing, he's forgotten how to form the words to even describe them perfectly]

[His own eyes shut and he can feel water forming, a few teardrops even escape down his cheek. It almost surprises to feel such things. It's been so long since he cried....part of him had always assumed the tears had all dried up years ago and he no longer could.]

[Then again, Arya always had a way to prove him wrong.]

[In the end, Zelos still doesn't say anything. Instead he moves to wrap an arm around her, pulling her into the loving and comforting embrace he never got in the true reality of this day.]

[persequor]

[ When she notices the tears, Arya's heart seizes thinking she's responsible. Should she not have said that about his mother? But the woman was wrong and he had to know that. Arya finds herself at a loss that even the hug does not help. She could handle her little brothers' tears; Bran would run to her first before any of their siblings. A full-grown man, though… Jon and Robb never cried. Her father did not either. When Mikken burned his arm, he swore so badly Harwin said he was now cursed in the eyes of gods. Still Mikken did not cry.

Without pushing out of the embrace, she gets up on her knees. Arya hugs him around the head, one hand in his hair and the other flat on his cheek. Her thumb sweeps slow arcs on his skin. She rests her forehead against his temple. ]

[wilder]

[He blinks a bit in surprise at the gesture, even if it's a bit appreciated. Sheesh it was just a couple tears.]

Arya?

[persequor]

[ When you grow up in the North, a couple is too much. Especially from someone like Zelos. Pulling back, she cants her head. ]

What?

[wilder]

[a pause...before he smiles and shrugs a little]

It's nothing.

[persequor]

[ Arya bites her lip. Getting to her feet, she looks around. ]

What happens now?

[wilder]

Hm? What happens now with what?

[persequor]

How do we get back?

[wilder]

[Oh thank goddess, you aren't asking what happens with the boy]

I dunno...I'm guessing this is a dream of some sort.

[persequor]

[ HE GROWS UP TO BE HER BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD~ ]

Are we meant to follow the— [ She motions down the hall the boy headed. She still cannot think him as a younger Zelos. ]

[wilder]

...I'd rather we didn't.

[persequor]

All right.

[wilder]

[he nods and looks her, noticing that she's starting to fade a little. After vanishing from many people's dreams, he's used to seeing this by now]

Oh. Looks like it's about that time.