InsaneJournal

31.
[ooc: Replaying the dream event!]

[It starts in Clow, in the ruins, like a replay of what happened since they came there from Nihon. It's just like he remembers it, giving Kurogane a good whack, the melting people, listening to Syaoran's epic poem that would rival the Aeneid story, and FWR attacking--

But then it changes.

It doesn't happen as he remembers. He sees Cloney stabbing Syaoran, but this time it's real. Syaoran's coughing, bleeding, and Fay can't get to him; he and Kurogane are buffeted by rocks, and there's magic everywhere, and he can't see anything. There's dust in his eyes, and all of him hurts. It really hurts. He can barely hear anything and now- he almost can't see Syaoran as Cloney drags him towards Fei Wong.

And he can't see Kurogane either. He can only see rubble and dust and he can't move. His heart's pounding painfully in his chest, beating up a bruise, and he doesn't know what to do. Suddenly, everything clears again; he still can't move, but he can see Syaoran, laying limp on the ground. He can see FWR, holding onto Sakura-- he can see worlds crumbling round him, and nothing makes sense anymore.

Fay knows he's dreaming, but it's terrifying.

He can finally see Kurogane too. He's not moving either, and Fay tries to move to him, crawling through the wreckage, trying to get to him. Kurogane's not moving, and Fay's reaching out to him, stretching but he just can't reach him. He wants to say his name, but his throat is raw and there are lumps. He looks back to Syaoran, who's still perfectly still, bathed in blood.

The roof starts to cave completely.

Fay wakes up.]


[Wakes up in a sweat, wide-eyed and pale. Has been rolling around everywhere, hair all over the place, and Pocket's sitting on a chair, looking a bit "o___o what is up with you"] [Sits for a moment, breathing deeply, trying just to accept that as a dream and nothing more. It didn't happen like that.]

[Stands up eventually, heading off to the bathroom and splashing his face with cold water.]

[Knows it's the middle of the night and no one will be up to care or whatever, but writes something anyway.]

[Meant to be private, but hackable because he's distressed]

I've never had a dream like that--

It won't happen like that. I know it won't, I've seen that part.

[...] It can't happen like that.

[/Private]