open, nightmare (✧) but the ending is the same every damn time

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px;]honestly, fuck dreams.


    rome had just been lying on the airport floor, minding his own, boring business, when the desire to take a nap suddenly overcomes him. they lie down and close their eyes, soon falling into an uncharacteristically deep slumber.


    he dreams of blinding white snow and tall black walls, a dark fortress in a land of white. they dream of stretching their long, scaly neck up to the sky and spreading dark wings, lashing their tail and scoring deep marks in the snowy ground. then he feels claws at his neck and it all grows dark.


    they wake up with a scream, leaping to their paws and lashing out at some invisible attacker with their hackles raised and a snarl tearing through their throat. there's no one there.


    just him and the dream.


    (IT HAS BEGUN)
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    [fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px; height: NUMBERpx; width: 425px;][justify]ARADIA ARCHER-CIPHER
    ⋆⋆⋆ "What's the matter, Rome?" Aradia asked quietly from the corner, turning her invisibility off.


    Aradia. Why were you in Romanpaw's room.


    Nevermind don't answer that. [/justify]


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    Halfpaw came bounding in at the sound of a scream, eyes wide with concern when she recognized Rome. Was he alright? The liger came closer to the wolfdog and raised a paw to show she wasn't apart of whatever vision or nightmare he was having. "Hey, calm down, you're alright," She told him gently, her voice a little tense with concern.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px;]him, the dream, and aradia, apparently.


    the wolfdog jumps about a mile as the robotic kitsune suddenly materializes out of what seems to be nowhere. oh god someone give them a break already, they just want to sleep. halfpaw comes bounding in (his hero) asking if he's all right (haaa what do you mean) and generally looking concerned. they drag a paw over their snout and mentally go over the dream. "it was just . . . a dream?" he mumbles, confused.
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    ⋆⋆⋆ "I don't think it was just a dream, for you to be screaming like that." Aradia commented with a smile. "What was this dream about?" the metal kitsune asked, floating slowly over until she hovered beside Halfpaw, giving their friend her best of reassuring smiles. Which meant it was not reassuring at all, and was most likely quite frightening.     [/justify]


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    Half, although she was far from comfortable with Aradia, had grown used to the metal feline and nodded in agreement as she argued over Rome's dream. Half hadn't known them to be nightmare prone, but maybe the canine had just kept it hidden. Quite a feat, in such a small Clan. She wondered what horrors could possibly haunt him. Family? Old friends? Past life? Who knew.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px;]he doesn't really like the smile aradia is giving him, and looks away to glance at the friendlier face of halfpaw. "there was . . . snow. and a building. it was black, and big," they recall, unable to find the word for it. certainly not a castle; he assumes those things are bigger and grander than the foreboding structure. "i was . . . something. i had wings. i was black. i had scales. i was . . ." they stop. "a dragon?"


    well, that's startling.


    "then i died," he finishes. "by . . . something." something as powerful as a dragon, certainly. it feels familiar, somehow, being in the land of white and spreading their wings to their full extent, but they can't quite place when. he sits down, troubled.


    (yay, reincarnation sucks, doesn't it, rome)
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    Halfpaw's concern lessened a little as he spoke. So it was just a nightmare, right? Most of the people in the Enterprise had a fear of dragons, so perhaps the demiboy was simply thinking of that. "That's interesting... maybe it was just a nightmare though. There aren't any dragons or big snowy buildings around here," The CEO assured him, seeing how troubled he was over it.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px;]he nods, calming down at halfpaw's words. what she says makes sense, they know, and they try to force their mind to accept that. he can't help feeling, though, that there's something more to the dream than a nightmare, but he doesn't want to think about it.


    maybe they'll forget it eventually.


    "okay," he says, nodding and standing up. they still can't help but glance around nervously for any sign of dragons. dragon no dragoning.
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