Post by Kris11 on Apr 3, 2011 7:01:56 GMT 10
Title: Just a Dream
Ranking: PG
Word Count: 304
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: Niva wakes up from nightmares of the raiders' attack.
Niva still woke up from nightmares of the raiders’ attack on her father’s farm. Yes, the fighting and blood and death had been terrifying to her fifteen-year-old self, and some nights she woke up sweating that they had managed to take her away, or reliving the moment when she saw her best friend, Ania, for the first time after they were done with her.
More often, though, her dream took on a different turn. She didn’t wake up in a sweat from these dreams and have to light a lamp until the shakes had passed. Instead, she laid in bed and felt the darkness and sadness roll in around her like a draft.
In those dreams, she turned to ask her father why the raiders had came, why Ania had to go through what she did, why her oldest brother was dead and he turned to her and said that it was because of her magic, it was because of her, and she would spend the rest of her life repaying him for what they had lost.
When she opened her eyes to the darkness, the worst part was that she remembered it wasn’t just a dream.
Sometimes she found her anger with him for putting that on her kept her up for hours after she woke. Most of the time, though, it was guilt that kept her awake until the sun came up.
The first time she woke up from one of these dreams in Isas’s bed, he sat up beside her and took her into his arms and told her that it was just a dream.
She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t. It had happened.
Somehow, though, lying in the dark with his arms around her and his lips against her forehead... it didn’t matter.
It was just a dream.
QC by: journeycat
Ranking: PG
Word Count: 304
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: Niva wakes up from nightmares of the raiders' attack.
Niva still woke up from nightmares of the raiders’ attack on her father’s farm. Yes, the fighting and blood and death had been terrifying to her fifteen-year-old self, and some nights she woke up sweating that they had managed to take her away, or reliving the moment when she saw her best friend, Ania, for the first time after they were done with her.
More often, though, her dream took on a different turn. She didn’t wake up in a sweat from these dreams and have to light a lamp until the shakes had passed. Instead, she laid in bed and felt the darkness and sadness roll in around her like a draft.
In those dreams, she turned to ask her father why the raiders had came, why Ania had to go through what she did, why her oldest brother was dead and he turned to her and said that it was because of her magic, it was because of her, and she would spend the rest of her life repaying him for what they had lost.
When she opened her eyes to the darkness, the worst part was that she remembered it wasn’t just a dream.
Sometimes she found her anger with him for putting that on her kept her up for hours after she woke. Most of the time, though, it was guilt that kept her awake until the sun came up.
The first time she woke up from one of these dreams in Isas’s bed, he sat up beside her and took her into his arms and told her that it was just a dream.
She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t. It had happened.
Somehow, though, lying in the dark with his arms around her and his lips against her forehead... it didn’t matter.
It was just a dream.
QC by: journeycat