plasticasshole | Aefenglom IC Inbox

[His fingers dig into her shoulders and she feels the contrast between real and illusion. Her eyes open but the frantic racing her of heart doesn't ceased.] Connor. [She breaths his name feeling her heart splinter and shatter beneath the stress of herm memories.]

Oh Connor.

[She pulls herself against him, burying her face against his chest to hide the tears she felt falling freely down her cheeks.]

I'm awake. I'm awake.

[Connor holds onto her, tipping his head down to kiss the top of her head.]

It's okay. I'm here.

[He rubs her back, letting her cry against him.]

What... was happening?

[Dreams still confuse him somewhat, because although he experiences the shared dreams with everyone else he doesn't sleep, and has never dreamt of his own accord before.]

[The warmth of his touch stirs the calm that Connor's presence inevitably brings. Her pulse begins to slow and she closes her eyes, leaning against him. Her tears begin to slow and after a few moments she trusts herself enough to speak.]

A nightmare.

From when I was taken by Bianca.

[Anger and hate swell at the mention of that woman. That horrible woman.]

[Connor feels her anger through their Bond, and narrows his eyes.]

It's okay. You're safe here.

[He moves to sit more comfortably beside her, and leans in to touch their foreheads together. Images flash in his mind, along with the feeling of being drained, and his brows furrow as he holds onto Justine again.]

I won't let that happen to you again.

I know. Bianca is... she is dead.

[Justine knows this, she'd seen it, but it doesn't erase the feeling of the sinewy vampire or the nightmares that her children had inflicted upon her. Thomas had clouded the memories from Justine's mind but since appearing in this world, all of his magic on her had faded.]

I wish... the memories would die too. She took me because she had wanted me for her own. [Bianca had run the best whore houses in Chicago and she'd wanted Justine to be a part of it, to be hers to control and use.] Thomas had saved me from that life. [And introduced another that had been similar.] But Bianca caught up to me and took me. She fed me to her children.

That was the dream... it was a memory.

[Which only made it more terrifying.]

Good.

[Connor would have killed her himself if he could.]

I wonder if there's some way we can help you with your nightmares here. We're in a world filled with magic, after all. You shouldn't have to suffer like this.

[He feels somewhat helpless here, because he can't do anything for her. The best he can do is sing her into a trance, and he doesn't think that counts as sleeping.]

I don't know. I've tried potions but they're expensive and they make me feel sick. [She doesn't like them.] I had a rune in my old bed but it acted like a ward. Nothing works 100% [Sleeping with a Bonded does but Justine doesn't mention it to Connor. She doesn't want to put that stress on him when he has so many he's trying to take care of.

It's already too much.]

I'm sorry. I hadn't meant too. It happens less now, with Bonds. Sometimes it's harder. [She curls against his chest and exhales a heavy sigh.] It will get better. With you and with Squip.

I'm not alone here.

Maybe some kind of enchanted blanket would work?

[Connor hugs her to him, closing his eyes and kissing the top of her head gently.]

It will get better. You'll be alright. I'll look into it for you, okay?

It might. I have thought of using runes. [Except she usually sleeps naked. It's uncomfortable for her to wear clothes when she's in bed.

Justine curls against him and rests her head on his chest.]

Thank you.

It's better when you're near. I always sleep well when I know you're protecting me.

Aefenglom IC Inbox

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

cw; Justine's whole canon stuff from here onward

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject