02-21-2019, 02:45 PM
Her touch made him look up to meet her concerned gaze. Nox shook his head in disbelief. "How do you see my nightmares?" Nox looked down and stared at the picture, the flaming sword happened once, and only once. The dream hadn't behaved like it did. And until this moment he'd forgotten it. Forgotten the woman in it.
Nox looked up again troubled. Memories mixed with dream. Flashes of forgotten conversations mingled with more images. It was hard to tell what was real and what wasn't. His father beating the living shit out of him for kissing a guy. Though he hadn't remembered how his father knew. Unless ....
The memory was still in pieces. But they'd flooded together when he'd drank with Jay. Now they all fit together, but the images of the flaming sword didn't fit anything. Aurora and his father, and mother lying dead side by side. Aria in ghostly form waiting to die. And now she was dead. His mind swirled with guilt and failure and he felt lost. Everything he hated most stared back at him in the drawing. His failures, his nightmares, the things that made him shake. And she'd seen them. He knew she'd been the woman. But he hadn't remembered her. Now she sat before him like she didn't know him. Nox knew about dream walkers, but you really couldn't know for certain, which is why Nox and Aurora had never taken a case like that after their father passed. He might have, but they didn't know. Killing a person.... Nox wasn't sure he'd ever be able to do that except in self defense. There were right ways and wrong ways to do things.
Nox reached for his cup of coffee and frowned when he found the contents cold. He seized the power inside and let the pain ride along with the fear. There was nothing more to do than just let it be anyway, he couldn't stop using the power. it was addictive and even the pain wasn't a deterant. Nox warmed his cup - probably a bit too much as it scalded his tongue as he gulped the first sip down. But the pain was welcome it burnt away the fear. "You are a dream walker, I knew that much." Nox sighed, "I just didn't expect to see my nightmares in your sketchbook."
Nox looked up again troubled. Memories mixed with dream. Flashes of forgotten conversations mingled with more images. It was hard to tell what was real and what wasn't. His father beating the living shit out of him for kissing a guy. Though he hadn't remembered how his father knew. Unless ....
The memory was still in pieces. But they'd flooded together when he'd drank with Jay. Now they all fit together, but the images of the flaming sword didn't fit anything. Aurora and his father, and mother lying dead side by side. Aria in ghostly form waiting to die. And now she was dead. His mind swirled with guilt and failure and he felt lost. Everything he hated most stared back at him in the drawing. His failures, his nightmares, the things that made him shake. And she'd seen them. He knew she'd been the woman. But he hadn't remembered her. Now she sat before him like she didn't know him. Nox knew about dream walkers, but you really couldn't know for certain, which is why Nox and Aurora had never taken a case like that after their father passed. He might have, but they didn't know. Killing a person.... Nox wasn't sure he'd ever be able to do that except in self defense. There were right ways and wrong ways to do things.
Nox reached for his cup of coffee and frowned when he found the contents cold. He seized the power inside and let the pain ride along with the fear. There was nothing more to do than just let it be anyway, he couldn't stop using the power. it was addictive and even the pain wasn't a deterant. Nox warmed his cup - probably a bit too much as it scalded his tongue as he gulped the first sip down. But the pain was welcome it burnt away the fear. "You are a dream walker, I knew that much." Nox sighed, "I just didn't expect to see my nightmares in your sketchbook."
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