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applesaucedream2015-01-18 07:16 pm
andhiswife) wrote in applesaucedream2015-01-18 07:16 pm
A Time to Rise and a Time to Fall [Open to Multiple]
Greta dreams of falling (again, and again).
The path ends abruptly. Maybe there never was a path, only a deceptive stretch of ground, free of any undergrowth, that looked like it could be one. Either way, she's left standing on the edge of a sheer cliff, looking down at the leaf-strewn forest floor far below her. A small rock tumbles down, as if for the sole purpose of illustrating the length of the drop. It seems to take ages to reach the bottom, clattering off exposed roots and finally thudding to the ground.
There's a roaring in her ears like a great wind, but it isn't the wind. The earth shudders beneath her feet. She reaches out wildly for something on which to steady herself, knowing even as she does so that she'll miss; she always misses, it's so stupid. Maybe she deserves whatever comes next.
But she doesn't miss. Her hand closes around something - not a branch. An arm? Whatever it is, she isn't letting go.
[ooc: whoops, Greta's dropped into your dream. Or you've dropped into hers. Whether you want them both to be in her giant-plagued forest or in a setting more familiar to your character is up to you. Poor Greta's just gonna have to roll with it either way.]
The path ends abruptly. Maybe there never was a path, only a deceptive stretch of ground, free of any undergrowth, that looked like it could be one. Either way, she's left standing on the edge of a sheer cliff, looking down at the leaf-strewn forest floor far below her. A small rock tumbles down, as if for the sole purpose of illustrating the length of the drop. It seems to take ages to reach the bottom, clattering off exposed roots and finally thudding to the ground.
There's a roaring in her ears like a great wind, but it isn't the wind. The earth shudders beneath her feet. She reaches out wildly for something on which to steady herself, knowing even as she does so that she'll miss; she always misses, it's so stupid. Maybe she deserves whatever comes next.
But she doesn't miss. Her hand closes around something - not a branch. An arm? Whatever it is, she isn't letting go.
[ooc: whoops, Greta's dropped into your dream. Or you've dropped into hers. Whether you want them both to be in her giant-plagued forest or in a setting more familiar to your character is up to you. Poor Greta's just gonna have to roll with it either way.]
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So she holds him, occasionally lifting a hand to cradle the back of his head, smoothing back his hair. He needs this. Maybe not from her, not really, but she's here and she's willing so she'll just have to do. "It's all right," she murmurs quietly - it's not, but it's the tone that matters more than the words, the tone that says 'don't be ashamed' and 'you're safe.'
Even after Johnny's gone quiet, he makes no move to pull away, instead remaining curled against her. So she keeps her arms around him, for as long as he needs.