[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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[dustless]

They turn to look at him, bewildered. By his words somewhat, but much more by his hand, which they end up stopping in the middle of the street to stare down at. How is he doing that?

Sans-Serif will notice that some of people brushing against him brush through the human child, their edges cracking and fading before reforming a few seconds later.

They try asking him a question, but only smoke drifts out between their teeth, whipped through the air and shredded to nothing by the people rushing by.

[antitemporal]

He stops sharply in his tracks as the child turns around. They look so bewildered that even Sans-Serif finds himself doubting what he's just done, even as he stares down at their joined hands and sees that they are touching each other. Did he do something wrong? Why is everyone else walking through...

Through...

He lifts his gaze to them once more, just in time to watch that plume of smoke torn easily asunder. Does the human have a name? They must have a name. Even he has a name. Sans-Serif frowns to himself. He can't remember it, either. But that doesn't matter. There's a lot of things he doesn't know.

But he still knows they're important. It's still safest that they stay together. He smiles at them, hesitant but sympathetic, even if the look doesn't entirely hide the fear he feels.

"...you don't know where they are either, do you?" Carefully, he reaches out for their other hand. "that's okay...w-we can look together. we'll both be safe, when we find them."

[dustless]

There will be no warning before he's in their arms, held tight against their chest as they tremble. The child doesn't know who they are, but that's alright, they'll follow this skeleton who knows they're there and can even touch them anywhere in the universe if it means they aren't left alone.

They step back, not letting go of his fingerbones, and point towards the stairs downwards questioningly. The subway's a good way to go anywhere in the city, after all.