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bajamutblast ([personal profile] bajamutblast) wrote in [community profile] sticksandbones2025-03-05 10:07 pm

A Moment Sat With Our Sentencing

Who: Dion, Clive, and Joshua
What: Someone has a nightmare, whuh oh
When: Some time after bar log and other nonsense
Where: The Inn
Warnings: Death, dying, and all that fun FFXVI stuff.



[Dion is no stranger to vivid dreams. In the days that followed his own brutal attack on Twinside, his mind had been wracked with the replay of what had happened. With each passing night, he was helpless to reliving each and every scream he had drawn out from the people he had so desperately tried to protect. Running from them had done nothing, nor had seeing the wreckage for himself. The dreams kept coming night after night.

Not that they were unfamiliar, even then. He had been on the battlefield for well over a decade by this point. The horrors of war and battle plagued him even in his early manhood. The only difference was that he could not justify these deaths.

Tonight, however, is different. He dreams not of his early battles, nor his betrayals, but of the yawning expanse of Origin. Only this time, it is not his body that falls. Ultima ignores him, an any flares Dion fires off seem to glance off of him. It leaves Dion helpless to watch as both the Phoenix and Ifrit are stricken from the air, plummeting toward the ground.

Try though he might, his wings are not fast enough to save him.

When Dion wakes, he finds himself drenched in sweat. He throws himself from his bed, grabbing his lance not as a weapon, but to help him hobble. His body is often sore and stiff after waking anymore, and so he leans heavy on it as he makes his way from his own room and through the inn. So rushed is he, that he doesn’t bother to throw on his shirt. The bandages cover up most everything anyway.

Finding the brother’s room takes longer than he would like, but before long, he is pounding on the door. There’s urgency to it, and he won’t stop until someone opens it.]

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[personal profile] aneikonic 2025-03-10 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he had been planning on dipping into the room next door, to give the two of them privacy, but now he fears Dion won't allow himself to rest until he comes back.

.... Huh, is this how Tarja felt? "What is it with Princes" indeed. His smile is wry as he shakes his head and opens the door to let himself and Torgal out. He will take him for a walk, and maybe they will both be sound asleep when he returns.

At any rate, it will give the two further privacy for a bit. ]
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[personal profile] kingincognito 2025-03-10 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Joshua watches as Clive leaves, giving his brother a smile as he does. Clive will be back, he knows it. And when he does, he will give up the couch.

Once the door has closed, he turns back to Dion. ]


I truly do not mind. The couch will not be comfortable on your injuries. Please, go ahead and lay down.

[ Here. He will even move to fluff the pillows. ]

The blankets and sheets are clean and warm. You should be able to rest soundly.
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[personal profile] kingincognito 2025-03-10 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Just seeing Dion climb into bed is satisfying enough for Joshua, even if he looks like he might argue the point. He's given in to a comfortable night's sleep, and it's more than Joshua could ask for right now.

He stands by the side of the bed for a moment, watching as Dion gets settled in, making sure he has what he needs. The appreciation gets a nod, and a smile spreads on Joshua's lips. ]


Our kindness is always yours, Dion. Now, get some rest. I'll be right here on the couch if you need anything.

[ And with that, he retreats to the couch, situating himself with his back turned to the bed. It serves to give Dion some privacy, despite it being a necessity so he doesn't squash his wings. ]