[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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[antitemporal]

"but i'm not making him be anything! that is who he is! he's me!" The blue Sans genuinely doesn't seem to understand. He even looks a little upset at the idea that Grune is upset.

Sans-Serif, however, seems momentarily galvanized. He screws his eyes tightly shut, and yells loud enough to be briefly heard over the storms outside. "no i'm not!" he cries. "i'm me!"

With an almighty effort, he wrenches both his hands free. The force of the tug is enough that one of his arms pops off at the shoulder, to clatter pathetically on the floor. But both of the other Sanses vanish in a flash of lightning, and Sans-Serif slumps forward to cling tightly to Grune.

[lostinmyway]

"Oh!" Grune says softly when S2's arm comes loose. But then S2 is clinging to her with the arm he has left, and so for now, she only folds him into a hug.

"It's all right, dear. They're gone now. I won't let anyone hurt you," she murmurs to him as she curls herself around him.

[antitemporal]

Compared to earlier, Sans-Serif's voice is a mumble, muffled against her dress. "they'll be back. or...someone else will be. someone worse." There are a lot of people in his head, a lot of souls crowding his and screaming. And not all of them are nice. Even the ones who mean well, he's finding that he doesn't like terribly much.

"i'm not loud enough. i'm not strong enough. not like..." The other me, he wants to say, but which other me? Sans-Serif finds that he can't remember, anymore.

At last, after what might be minutes or hours, he makes himself pull away, wiping his eyesockets clear and blinking furiously. "i need to find my brother. it'll be okay if i can find him, i know it will. he's tall, like you're tall. so i can't lose sight of him. you'll...you'll still help, right?"

[lostinmyway]

"Of course, my dear," she assures him. She reaches out to help him wipe away his tears. "I'll stay as long as you want me to. I promise."

But first.... She picks up his arm from the floor and holds it comfortably in her hands. "We should put you back together."