[mingle] what's the dream and what's the reality?

[lovetheme]

Lately the castle's nights have been very clear and almost warm, even up so high among the clouds as they are. But regardless of the weather, they are generally peaceful nights, and few things seem to stir during them...apart from the castle's inhabitants, be it with late-night roving or with sleep. The dreams, by extension, are at least undisturbed...if maybe not always pleasant. That sort of thing tends to vary by the person, of course.

But now--and for several nights, consecutively--the castle residents may find their dreams starting to take on stranger shapes: memories they've never had, friends that don't usually arrive, strangers they've never seen. These odd impressions might cling and continue to confuse even upon waking, vivid as they were; was it really just a dream, or maybe something more...? Does that newcomer in your dream remember you there too, in the daytime?

Either way, there seems to be an strange energy in the air during these nights. And it's bringing dreams together.

((ooc: And here's the catch-all post for the dream-sharing event! Feel free to top-level with your character's dreams here, or thread around in others! The event should only last about a week, but backtagging is eternal c: The ooc planning post can be found here!))

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[lostinmyway]

She moves a bit closer on her knees and looks down at him. ...Sans is very, very scared.

"I'll be fine. I promise. And I promise I'll look after you."

She won't leave him here to be afraid.

[sansational]

"i don't want you to."

For a moment, the entire cave - flowers, shadows, everything - falls entirely silent. Sans stares up at Grune, feeling something hot and sick pulsing in his skull, and tries to breathe enough to speak through the tears gathering in his eyesockets. The words surprise even him, for a moment...and then they're the least surprising words he could ever say.

And when he speaks again, they come tumbling out like rocks down an avalanche. "don't...don't hurt them. they're my friends, they're just mad, they don't deserve it, i deserve it...i d-don't know how to leave, grune..."

[lostinmyway]

Grune goes still at Sans' words. If he doesn't want her to look after him, then she should do what he wants.... But she can't leave him here. That isn't right.

She'll help him leave, and then he can decide whether he wants her to stay with him or if he wants her to go.

"It's all right," she says. "We'll find the way out together."

She gives his hand the smallest tug.

[sansational]

She seems so, so certain that everything is going to be okay. And Sans has never felt less certain of anything.

That sort of confidence is always hard to ignore, and especially hard for him. So when she doesn't waver, despite all his protests and excuses, what more can he do? Staring up at her in something like trepidation and something like awe, Sans allows himself to be helped to his feet. Immediately, he huddles close against her side, staring out fearfully at the dark cavern with the shadows still patrolling about.

"...okay."

[lostinmyway]

She curves an arm around his shoulders, drawing him closer. Then she looks about.

"Hmm.... I wonder which way we should go."

[sansational]

"doesn't matter." His fingers clench tight in the fabric of her skirt, clinging on fiercely as though the shadows mean to snatch him away. Just this once, Sans means it as a statement of fact rather than of despair. After all: "i always wind up in the same place. so...s-so don't take directions from me. i always lead us wrong." He always winds up right in front of her.

[lostinmyway]

"Hmm.... All right."

She thinks for a moment, then points. "Let's go that way."

There are more of those pretty blue flowers over there. That must mean it's a nice place to be.