♕ |[74]| Praying before it happens that it won't

[had_not_lived]

Whatever this curse is-- people are saying dreams, but I'm not sure that I'd call it a dream-- it's... strange. It seems so real; and I know that in dreams, at least, dreams always seem real, no matter how ridiculous they are, but it's something different.

I dreamed-- I think-- let's call it a vision. It's hard to remember now, it was all so confused at the time and I don't think I understand any of it. But then, I was flying. That part I remember... But... something went wrong.

It felt real, real enough... I was screaming, I must have been screaming, I thought I was hurt, I was halfway out the door to the hospital when I realized I was fine.

I guess... be careful, is what I wanted to say. It would be easy to get caught up in whatever this is.

It still hurts, almost.


[ooc; Neil is experiencing the loss of greding's ear~]

Comments

[onlyholey]

You alright, mate?

[had_not_lived]

I'm fine, just a little... shaken.

[onlyholey]

You got one of the bad ones?

[Still so clueless...]

[had_not_lived]

There was some kind of battle, I think. I was hurt-- not... not fatally, I think, but there was a lot of blood.

[onlyholey]

Are you were flying? Bloody hell, mate. Makes firing spells a little difficult.

[had_not_lived]

I was, I remember that clearly. Billy has taken me, and Temeraire did, too, though I was flying by myself in this. I mean, on something, but not... anyone else bringing me.

[onlyholey]

That not something you lot do in your world, then?

[It's as common as anything where he comes from, but he's getting used to being in the minority there.]

[had_not_lived]

Just in airplanes. And no spells, our world doesn't have anything like that.

[mumbled_truth]

[Why is he not home. He should be home.]

But... you're okay?

[had_not_lived]

[He really should be, Neil thinks.]

I'm fine.

[mumbled_truth]

Are you sure? Do you know what happened?

[He might be about to head there.]

[had_not_lived]

It was just a-- not a dream, but close enough.

[Well, he'd still feel better with Todd around, even if he's fine.]

[mumbled_truth]

Well, but just because you aren't hurt doesn't necessarily mean you're okay.

[had_not_lived]

I guess that's true.

I am, though.

[mumbled_truth]

All right...

Well. I'll be home in a few minutes.

[had_not_lived]

All right.

[He's really much more relieved than he's letting on, but well, public venue and all.]

[feorge]

Hold on, now. I thought you said your lot couldn't fly? Reckon it's a premonition that you're not meant to or you'll end up hurt?

[Of course, he wouldn't be making this joke if he knew it was a memory, or particularly whose memory it was. Is. Will always be.]

[had_not_lived]

Only with a little help. I used to be friends with a dragon, you know.

[feorge]

Yeah, I remember that. And it wasn't him you dreamt of? No sudden taste for Neil-sized afters?

[had_not_lived]

I don't think I could ever mistake something else for flying on dragonback.