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bridgescribble2023-03-11 09:37 am
stockingfeats) wrote in bridgescribble2023-03-11 09:37 am
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It's that one where you have to give a speech to a crowd of bears and wasps again
You're having a nightmare, and you aren't alone. Someone is here with you in tonight's strange, dark dreamscape--for better or for worse.
- Chased: Bears, tentacly monsters, giant vengeful wasps. You need to escape from it but you can't find a way.
- Trapped: Elevator, sinking ship, cave. You're in and you can't get out.
- Performance: It's often quoted that people fear public speaking more than they fear death. You don't know the script, you've never seen this Powerpoint, the teleprompter is blurry as hell... forget falling, you're about to die on stage.
- Hated: You know those dreams where everyone you know accuses you of something terrible and they all hate you now? Yeah. It's that one tonight.
- Disaster! You're on an island and a volcano erupts! You're next to a river and it floods! Never mind how geologically, climatologically, or physically likely it would be in this location in real life, it's happening now.
- Haunting past: Your bad memories are just waiting for you to let your guard down, and what's more unguarded than sleep?
- Wildcard: There are infinite nightmares in infinite combinations... why not put together your own?
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It hadn't quite occurred to him before that Nai — the one with the powers — would be so terrified but hearing the other Vash say it makes it click in his head. Seeing what they'd done to her had broken something in his twin and Vash never realized until it was much, much too late. ]
I wish he would just listen.
[ Because he never really does. More than anything he wishes that he could make Nai see what he sees in humanity, that his brother doesn't have to be so afraid, that there is as much good as there is bad and that's the whole point, isn't it? The potential of them and the choices they make in their short lives. Every human deserves a chance and the opportunity to learn from their mistakes and do better. Like Rem. Vash knows they're capable of it, why can't Nai see it? Why won't he trust Vash? ]
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I don't...
[ He's on his feet before he's finished talking, gun drawn and moving between the other Vash -- the younger, so much more fragile looking Vash -- and whatever nightmare is seeping into the room. ]
Something's coming.
[ He holds out his prosthetic hand to his double, if he'll take it, eyes on the door. ]
I've got you.
[ Who knows how long it'll last, but for now, at least, they're not alone anymore. ]
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Sorry, this is my fault.
[ He doesn't think he deserves that kind of protection and comfort, but ultimately, that doesn't stop him. As his childish self he craves it and — being powerless and without a weapon — the logical thing to do is get behind his older self and so he slides off the bed and accepts the offered hand. The cool steel against his skin and the reassuring words are a balm to the growing fear inside of him that comes with this particular nightmare. He's not alone and it's... so new and strange, but it means everything. Even if he can't entirely stop it now, it helps to keep the nightmare just outside of the room; the doorway a clear border between safety and the nightmarish memory that solidifies just beyond it.
There are screams coming from somewhere around the corner followed by the sounds of bodies hitting the floor where he knows Nai is cutting them down ruthlessly. It stops suddenly when no one remains to be slaughtered, there's just a brief moment of silence, and then the sound of slow footsteps approaching. It causes Vash's heart to beat faster against the confines of his rib cage like a trapped hummingbird, frantic and desperate to get out. His grip on the prosthetic hand tightens and his other hand finds its way to the other Vash's sleeve, fingers curling tight into the fabric. Vash's gaze is transfixed on the doorway, his voice a soft, scared whisper when he elaborates. ]
It's Nai.
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That can't be right. His heart cries out that that can't be right. The red light and the nightmare it contains isn't advancing any further into the room, and a quick glance around confirms that nothing in the room has changed. It's still their room. It's still the ship. It's still home.
There's still hope. ]
This already happened.
[ He gives his double's hand a comforting squeeze. The approaching footsteps are loud as gunfire, but in this room is no sound but the gentle hum of electronics, the soft hiss of the ventilation, and their own breathing. This is a safe place, Vash thinks holding on to that idea. How safe he'd felt, when he'd been brought here all those years ago. How kind everyone had been. How much he'd wanted to stay. ]
You can change this. [ He can't be here to only relive the fear and pain of a hundred empty years. He can't. ] You changed it for me, you can change it for yourself. How do you want this to go? [ There has to be something they can say to Knives to make him understand, to get through his fear and anger and somehow find their brother again beneath the monstrous shell he's built around himself. He's ready with his gun, but bullets won't change Knives's mind. Only love can change minds. ] Talk to him. What would you say now to Kni back then?
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His brother remains in the doorway, expectant, and although it's highly unsettling, the fact he doesn't cross over the drawn line between nightmare and their safe place gives him the chance to get a grip and compose himself. Talk to him, his older self had said. Vash doesn't know what to say. Nothing he ever said before helped to change Nai's mind or even got him to listen... so what if he doesn't try to convince him at all? If he just tells him something he feels Nai should know that has nothing to do with their clashing beliefs?
Finding his resolve, he takes a deep breath and lets go of his other self, moving towards the doorway to stand in front of his brother. He speaks before his twin has an opportunity to shove the gun into his hands, the words just coming to him as he speaks them. ]
I'm sorry I ran and left you on your own. I was scared, but... I know you must have been, too.
[ He sees the way Nai's face scrunches together in that telltale sign he's about to argue. Vash doesn't let him, surging forward to throw his arms around his twin and hold him tight. His heart hurts in his chest — from beating so fast or because of the desperate emotions threatening to choke him, he's not sure — but he presses on, determined. ]
It's okay. I'm here. No matter what, I love you.
[ He can't see his twin's expression, but the way he stiffens in his arms makes his surprise known to Vash. Maybe if he'd just said these things back then, Nai would have been a little bit more inclined to listen to him. He closes his eyes and squeezes, ignoring the cold steel of the gun pressed against his abdomen and the scent of blood in his nose. He wants so badly to just have his brother back, to find a semblance of home together. He feels a hand coming to rest on his back, curling into the fabric of his makeshift cape, and with Nai's motion the entirety of the dreamscape shifts without Vash immediately knowing. The room stays largely the same, the pictures on the wall vanish and the framed photo on the table is replaced by a single red geranium, while the hallway becomes just the hallway of a spaceship again.
There's a gentle tug on his shirt, urging Vash to back off. When he obliges, he and Nai are mirror images again — younger with the same haircuts, same clothes — and his twin is tilting his head at him with a puzzled frown.
"What's gotten into you? Stop being weird and hurry up, you're going to miss your own birthday party."
A surge of joy sweeps through him when Vash realizes what his brother's words mean, what memory they've shifted to. He can't remember the last time he dreamed of a good memory.
"It's yours too!" He calls after his twin as Nai is already continuing to move down the hallway, his words met with a loud noise of exasperation. Swept up in the delight experienced in the memory, he almost goes running after Nai right then and there, but he catches himself, remembering that he's not alone. He turns to the other Vash with a beaming smile. ]
Thank you.
[ In a blink, he's his current self again, his smile tempered into something warm and grateful as he extends his hand in invitation. ]
Would you like to see Rem's favorite memory?
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Vashs' grip on his gun tightens involuntarily when his double approaches Kni, but almost immediately he shoves it back into its holster. This is Kni – this is Knives. This is their brother, and he's not going to shoot their brother. If anything happens, if this goes wrong he'll put himself between them, use his words, beg and plead and do everything he can to change it... but shooting him? No. Never again. Never again.
Vash holds his breath as his double flings his arms around Kni, murmuring apologies and promises, waiting for the moment when things go wrong... and letting his breath out slow when, to his amazement, Kni looks dumbstruck instead of angry. Dumbstruck... and then so very lost.
It's going to work. This has to be it, he thinks, watching with not a little jealousy. What wouldn't he give to be able to go back and say the same thing to his version of their brother, to throw his arms around him and hold him close and remind him that he's loved? Remind him that he's not alone? Slowly, cautiously, Kni returns the embrace, and to his delight Vash feels the room subtly shift. The photo on the table fades... and Vash feels the tears threatening to return when the photo is replaced with a brilliantly red geranium in a bright little glass globe.
Oh Rem. I have so many things I want to tell you.
When he looks back Kni is gone, running down the corridor and calling out something about a birthday. Their birthday? His double starts to take off after Kni, and Vash wraps his arms around himself, not daring to move or speak in case the dream shifts again. Their birthday! One of the happiest days of their life on the ship! Kni had come down that hallway ready for bloodshed, and now? Now there'll be cake, and singing. They really did it. Things could change.
His double, grown again, holds out a hand with such a kind invitation that Vash can't speak to respond. He nods instead, taking that offered hand, and follows his double out into the hallway. A good memory, at last!
But as soon as he crosses the threshold the dream falls away, and Vash opens his eyes to stars, and darkness, and the too-close grate of his cage. Is it real? Is it another dream? In the corner of his eye he can see Legato in his sarcophagus, watching him blankly through half-lidded eyes. Real, then. Probably real, anyway. Probably real.
If you don't try, nothing will change.
Closing his eyes tight, Vash sifts back through his memories to one afternoon, a hundred and fifty years in the past. The bio-dome, the trees green, the grass soft underfoot. Rem, in that funny mask with the glasses and the mustache, and the popper that sent confetti flying everywhere. The cake, with a single candle. Knives, smiling, at Rem. At him. Knives, laughing. Singing. Scowling at his orange juice.
Knives, happy.
Happy birthday to you~ ]
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Vash?
[ It feels a little strange to be calling out his own name, but he doesn't know what else to call out. He tries in vain to see where his double's gone, peering back into the room and down the hall, yet, much to his dismay, he sees no trace of the other Vash. Still, he continues down the hallway to try and locate him right up until the siren sound of Rem's voice draws him in instead. There's simply no resisting that. Following it, he comes across the scene of Rem's favorite memory; sees her standing by the table with the recorder in hand, his younger self bouncing impatiently in his seat while Nai dubiously eyes the spread of food laid out on the table, the both of them donning their silly party hats. The sight brings him such a rush of affection and longing, he's helpless to do anything but stand in the doorway and watch the memory play out with aching fondness.
It's only the sound of something in the hallway that eventually drags his attention away and he's about to call out for his other self again when he suddenly startles awake, finding himself bolting upright in a familiar bed. For a disorientating moment he believes he's still dreaming because he's back Home not unlike in the dream. Except there are no pictures on the wall, there are additional items on his table that weren't there before, and glancing down he sees the spidery cracks running all along his prosthetic arm that bring a flood of memories: boarding the Sandsteamer, stopping the ion cannon with Wolfwood, communicating with the Plant on board and then... he passed out?
The people from Home must have saved him. It'll be so good to see them before he continues his journey.
He has no idea what will be waiting for him when he finally reaches his brother in July, but he'll carry the hope his dream of a happier time and the encouragement his other self gave him (figment of his own imagination or not) with him. Things will change. He just has to believe. ]
it was so good, thank you so much!
no thank YOU ;3;