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has_a_horn ([personal profile] has_a_horn) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2013-04-15 02:42 am

Hello Darkness My Old Friend [Open to Multiple]

The world is dark and there's a war in heaven. The blackness of the scene is deep, lit only by the graceful, inhuman figures of his brothers and sisters. They dance viciously, hands clasped around long silver blades, slashing as they turn and evade. They bleed light and die like a star going supernova. Gabriel stands trembling, watching. If it wasn't so horrible, it might be beautiful.

He's wearing the same vessel he has been wearing for so long now-

Briefly, the scene shifts. He's kneeling before this vessel, a hand cupping the slightly stubbled chin. He'll shave properly, when he takes it. The man smiles, nods. It looks so sincere.

Gabriel smiles back, in awe of him.


-except he can feel the weight of his wings, the power contained there, his own potential for destruction. Behind him, they sweep up at least twenty times his height, closed in and tight against each other, a gigantic extension of his own horrified posture. Next to any of the rest, he would look so small like he is now. Inconsequential. Still, they'll want him to join in, soon. Michael will come looking, or Lucifer. Enough will have died that he will be needed on one side or the other.

He wonders if this slaughter is really what God wanted, then chastises himself for thinking it. He should fight for heaven, for God. Another supernova lights up the black canvas. A triumphant shout echoes back to him along with a ghost of bright piercing pain. How can they deny the feeling that quakes through them with each death? Is he the only one?

He can't bring himself to take a single step forward. Instead, he drops to his knees and prays. The sounds of his prayers rend the air around him, harsh, beautiful, and useless. No one turns to him, and God isn't listening.

He searches for something, any feeling in the darkness that isn't this, isn't here. When he feels something, he pulls on it like a lifeline.

[[ooc: Gabriel has passed out following events that will be happening in this thread. He doesn't have control over his dreaming, and chances are he won't know he's dreaming most of the time, so expect horror, and expect him to take over the dream.]]
brink: (Upset | Scared | Betrayed)

[personal profile] brink 2013-05-08 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Being temporarily open to the influences of the dream means Topher feels what Gabriel feels, quite strongly at that, and the horror fills him. He doesn't have time to pull himself out of it, before Gabriel is grabbing him and changing the setting.

Topher staggers and ends up on his knees, hands cluthed at his chest in an instinctual reaction to the pain and emotion that he's feeling - that Gabriel's feeling. He almost finds himself losing control, and has to pull himself together to remember that this isn't really happening, that it's still all in Gabriel's head.

He looks up when a voice speaks, then looks to his angel friend with a worried frown. "Gabriel..." he says anxiously. He should be trying to get Gabriel out of this, get him lucid again, but his mind is a lot stronger than Topher would've guessed, and he's not sure he'll have any real chance fighting against it. He can still leave, just wake up - as far as he can tell there's nothing holding him here. But he doesn't want to abandon Gabriel.
brink: (Upset | Bloody | There's nothing left)

[personal profile] brink 2013-05-22 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
Topher watches in confusion as Gabriel picks up the feathers. They're obviously of some importance. If Gabriel's really an angel, Topher can see why, though he doesn't really underestand how.

He obviously doesn't listen to Gabriel. It's his dream, so staying outside his range of perception is pointless. If this were real, it's more likely Topher would be out of here with his metaphorical tail between his legs ages ago, but he can't be killed or physically harmed here. Just as long as he keeps his wits about him. He makes another effort to block out the overwhelming feelings of the dream, and gets to his feet, following Gabriel.

The scene is pretty gruesome. It's made infinitely worse by the fact that Topher is fairly sure it's taken from memory.
brink: (Scared | Upset | Bitch)

you don't see me complaining

[personal profile] brink 2013-05-24 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
Topher is careful now not to have Gabriel's emotions rub off on him too strongly. He doesn't shut off completely - he doesn't think he'd be able to anyway, given how strong the influences of the dream are. Feelings and knowledge still seeps through, keeping him fairly well in the loop, even if the details of things often remain unclear.

It's not until a bit into the conversation that Topher realises which Lucifer this is. Granted, he's never believed in God, so bible history isn't exactly his forte. It's interesting how it's far more difficult for him to process this than it is to see his TV shows come to life. But after all, if one fiction is true in another one universe, why not this? After that, the conversation makes a strange amount of sense, but it's still just as difficult to swallow.

Topher starts when Gabriel is stabbed, even if they all saw it coming. The pain runs deeply through him as well, both the physical and the emotional one, and as hard as he tries to contain it, it nearly brings him to his knees as well.

When Lucifer approaches Topher, it's all he can do not to leave the dream entirely, to run and hide, but he remains, standing like a deer in headlights. The name Lucifer calls him by barely registers, and then there is no more Lucifer.

As soon as the new setting asserts itself, Topher takes a deep (imagined) breath, and tries to reorient himself. Okay. Nothing but sand, so there's only Gabriel to focus on.

He hurries to the angel's side, dropping to his knees next to him, carefully laying a hand on his shoulder, seeing a chance to maybe get through to him. "It's okay, Gabriel, it's not real."