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middaeg2021-08-05 11:42 am
adventageous) wrote in middaeg2021-08-05 11:42 am
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A blind future in front of me
Who: Alice and Jaskier
When: pre-dawn hours of Aguril 5th
Where: Witcher House
What: Alice has a very strange dream...
Warnings: PLOT
[For better or worse, Alice has been spending more and more nights with Jaskier these days. The home she shared with Karin and Rikku has become too lonely to remain for long, and she's not eager to repeat the mistake she made lingering overlong in the cottage she shared with Yuri. Which... that feels like a lifetime ago, despite it not even having beena year.
Besides, even if Alice and Jaskier haven't brought it up since the day Karin left, there's the increasing sense that they're on borrowed time. Alice isn't keen on wasting it, and it seems that Jaskier isn't either.
The arrangement ends up being something of a mixed blessing in the early hours of the 5th. Alice isn't alone when she startles awake. But it comes with the downside accidentally waking someone else up, especially when the first thing she does after bolting upright is wince and hiss at the pain she feels in her right hand.
There's a burn and a faint glow there, but both quickly subside to show a mark of a red flower. Strange.]
When: pre-dawn hours of Aguril 5th
Where: Witcher House
What: Alice has a very strange dream...
Warnings: PLOT
[For better or worse, Alice has been spending more and more nights with Jaskier these days. The home she shared with Karin and Rikku has become too lonely to remain for long, and she's not eager to repeat the mistake she made lingering overlong in the cottage she shared with Yuri. Which... that feels like a lifetime ago, despite it not even having beena year.
Besides, even if Alice and Jaskier haven't brought it up since the day Karin left, there's the increasing sense that they're on borrowed time. Alice isn't keen on wasting it, and it seems that Jaskier isn't either.
The arrangement ends up being something of a mixed blessing in the early hours of the 5th. Alice isn't alone when she startles awake. But it comes with the downside accidentally waking someone else up, especially when the first thing she does after bolting upright is wince and hiss at the pain she feels in her right hand.
There's a burn and a faint glow there, but both quickly subside to show a mark of a red flower. Strange.]
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And, more than ever, he is glad to have her, when seconds feel so much more precious than before.
With his face pressed into her hair (as he is now a terribly greedy heat-thief in the cooler nights especially), even the smallest startle can wake him. He slips his arm from her hip, sitting up with a blink.] Alice?
[Her sound of pain wakes him far faster than even a storm might, and his hand touches her leg as he sits up beside her.
He doesn't have to ask what's wrong? when the answer makes it so apparent. He holds her, staring at her hand, as a mark -- a curse? he thinks horribly -- appears on her hand.
He's only just awakened, obviously, but that was... it's still there.]
What... is that?
[This could simply be an exorcist thing he doesn't know about. Plenty of that. (Right?)]
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[Because she doesn't. It's alarming, although she's doing her best to keep her emotional response even. Slowly, she runs her fingers over the mark on her hand as she leans in closer to Jaskier in a silent acknowledgement of wanting him to stay close to her. Now that the initial burn has subsided, she doesn't feel any pain at all.
Stranger, still.]
I dreamt of something, just now. Of the Cwyld, and a voice--my voice--calling me. And this flower.
[She looks over at him, reading his expression for a reaction to the little bit she's provided.]
Did you have any strange dreams?
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Only silence returns the gesture.
He reaches for the mark, too, running a blue finger over it.]
Your own voice? [Not that he's ever been the subject of prophecies or mysterious voice calling-ons, he still knows that hearing one's voice should not be normal. And it would be wonderful if the mark was not there, because then it would have only been a dream.
Jaskier attempts to keep himself level -- except his voice cracks a little.] Me? No. Nothing out of the ordinary. [He'd actually been dreaming, he thinks, of pushing his face into a very warm sort of pillow... or maybe a sheep.] Unless your voice spoke of sheep. [It's not a very good attempt at levity. After her telling him of her ultimate mate, Jaskier has been a bit more nervous. About her. About things around them.]
Do you recognize the flower? I know you've been there, the Cwyld. Did you see it out there?
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My voice thanked me for all I've done, and told me I could have anything I wanted if I entered the flower. I want to believe it.
[The statement weighs heavily between them, given recent revelations.]
I don't think that I can.
I've never seen the flower before, but it pulsated like a Cwyldheart. I don't know if that similarity means anything, but it gives me pause.
[She sighs again, heavy with the weight of it all.]
I wish I'd dreamt of sheep.
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[It sounds a bit absurd, but honestly, nearly his entire time spent in this place had been absurd. It wasn't the most important part, either. Anything she wanted.
He paled. A wish.
Jaskier hated wishes.]
There's always a chance in the next dream, you will. [He leaned his head on her shoulder, taking a shaking breath. It wasn't her fault. He'd never mentioned the djinn -- it was years and years ago, after all. And one could argue it was partly his fault. But he could not imagine the same happening to her. He would not allow it.] In my experience, wishes are extremely dangerous. [He lifts his head, looking at her.
He's fairly sure he can feel it.]
Do you want to look for it? It wasn't simply a dream, was it?