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Character(s): Leanne (

packsheat) & Vashyron (

hastrustymagnum)

Location: Vashyron's room

Rating: PG (possibly language?)

Open/Closed/Finished: Closed

Summary: After trying to brush off the constant nightmares for almost two weeks Leanne can't stand it anymore. So after waking up from yet another nightmare she sneaks into Vashyron's room (after curfew, shocku!) for some reassurance.

It took Leanne longer than usual to wake up from the nightmare. One of the nightmares, they were all similar, variations of the same memories and the same fears, looping endlessly into each other. At first she woke up when she started to fall but as the days wore on the exhaustion of her body won out, continuing to sleep, continuing to dream.

Unlike what had really happened, unlike that Christmas Day almost two years back, there was no one falling with her, no one holding her hand. There was no sense of elation or freedom in this fall, only something that seemed to stretch on endlessly. As she fell there seemed to be no end in sight, just her falling into the unending darkness. Where had the people gone? Where had the ground gone? Where was Zephyr?

She woke finally, cold wet tracks on her cheeks. For a moment she thought she had died, that day as if she had died and never met Zephyr and Vashyron. Leanne sat in bed shaking for a moment, the room feeling horribly empty of anything other than herself. For the first time in a long time she felt utterly alone and terrified. Even if she knew better the fear of dying for another's purpose, dying without having properly lived, it was something that gripped at her insistently.

She got up from the bed when the shaking calmed, stepping around the chairs and tables carefully in the dark. She'd only gone to Vashyron's room once or twice but it wasn't hard to find it again. She hesitated outside, he'd say something horrible, make some dirty joke...

That was probably what she wanted. If she could hear him talking to her as he always did she'd be okay. Leanne crept in carefully until she found Vashyron's door, stepping in quietly, standing by the bed. Well, this was a bit awkward.

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The dreams that Vashyron suffered from were nothing new; they were the kinds that kept him up late in the night even back in Basel. They were dreams of dying, or not dying, of seeing Victor on his last legs, and that winged and horned child digging her claws into his body to tear at his vitals. He was used to them, though. It was hard not to be. The expedition to Lucia had been so long ago that, he guessed, he'd simply gotten tired of being bothered by them like he did before. Sure, those memories got to him still, and in a bad way sometimes, but there was no way those damn things were going to wake him up screaming anymore.

Tonight was just another night and another nightmare. Something about dying slowly in the ruins of Lucia. He couldn't really remember and it wasn't like he was keen on knowing the details.

He was just about to stand up and raid his secret alcohol stash (if somebody asked, he'd say they just magically came to his possession) when Leanne came like she did. He didn't have to reach for the lights to recognize that breathing in the dark -- ooh, that made him sound like a pervert. But despite knowing the reason behind Leanne's reasons for sneaking up into his room like that, Vashyron, well...

He burst out laughing.

Leanne smacked Vashyron, over the last year it had become almost a knee jerk response whenever she heard that sound. It made her feel better just a bit, in strange way. Just for that bit of relief she'd be considerate, not looking for anything hard to use as a weapon. She grabbed his pillow and smacked him in the face.

"You jerk! What are you laughing about!"

Yes, it was an awkward, maybe absurd situation but would it kill the man to have a touch of delicacy? Clearly it would, Vashyron was rarely delicate about anything. To be fair Leanne probably wasn't either usually.

She sat down heavily on the bed, making a face at him as she waited for him to stop laughing. She sniffed slightly, recognizing the clinging scent of alcohol in the room. So he'd found some and neglected to share, that wasn't right. It only took her a moment to find his stash, the room was arranged similarly to their little HQ back home anyways. Intuitively and in a minor mess. Leanne held up a bottle triumphantly, "Didn't occur to you to share the wealth?"

With a laugh, Vashyron got off the bed and broke out his secret alcohol stash. Then he sat back down on the bed beside Leanne. He also had the small lamp at his bedside switched on.

"Well..." Vashyron began as he handed Leanne an extra glass, a testament to the fact that he had thought of his little lady friend beforehand. "I did think about you, but then I thought, maybe you were trying to be a good student..."

He winked at Leanne for emphasis.