IC CONTACT (Victory Road)

[foolishwren]

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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or one of the Pokemon ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something.
I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

Click!



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October 18th - NIGHTMARE

[exeggutorhead]

[The dream starts simply enough.]

[The 'Gear just...won't stop buzzing. It keeps going and going, saying there's someone trying to call, someone important, but the screen is as unreadable as it would be in any dream, and the call just won't pick up.]

[It could be any little stress dream, really. Except for the sense of dread surrounding the unreadable caller name, the sickening guilt.]

[The front door opens--of course this was in the house all along--and suddenly the reason for that dread becomes clear.]

Mon ami, I've come back! Where are you, I've been calling but there was no answer! I've missed you so, everything is still as it was, no?

You waited for me, I know you have. You would never leave me.

[France beams from the doorway, expression sure and confident, with no question at all.]

[The dream ends abruptly as Envy wrenches himself out of sleep, nearly bolting upright and breathing hard. Not an uncommon thing, lately, but this time is somehow so much worse. Because once, it wouldn't have been a nightmare at all.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[In the exact same instant, Heather's eyes snap open in the darkness. She doesn't sit up just yet-- there are dreams she comes awake from thrashing, but those are rare-- far more common are the ones that leave her laying there alert and tense as a coiled spring, waiting like a rabbit who's heard a fox pass in front of the burrow's door. Waiting to see if the dream was real or not.]

[But the first thing she's aware of is that Envy is awake, too-- and his breathing tells her that he wasn't just quietly browsing the network until sleep claimed him again.]</sub>

--You okay?

_{[The words come out muddy and thick, since her mouth isn't totally awake yet-- it was just the first instinctive response that came to mind, even while her heart continues to pound.]}

[exeggutorhead]

I'm--

[He doesn't realize she's woken up from the same dream, simply assuming that it was because he'd moved so suddenly. He doesn't look directly at her, still feeling the effects of the dream, the guilt.]

[And now the awkwardness that he was dreaming about that in the first place.]

[He definitely doesn't want to tell her what it was about.]

It was just another dream. No big deal. Didn't mean to wake you up.

[But his hands are clenched in the sheets.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She doesn't roll over immediately.]

[Some irrational part of her, a part that she feels simultaneously annoyed at because it's so stupid and also ashamed of because... well, because, is briefly and paralyzingly convinced that if she turns away from the wall and the window, turns over to face him, she'll see France's silhouette in the doorway.]

[But after a few seconds of serious mental effort, she does.]</sub>

Y'wanna talkaboutit...?

_{[Because hearing about HIS dream should be a nice distraction from what her OWN brain (seemingly) just conjured up.]}

[exeggutorhead]

[He shakes his head, almost too quickly.]

I...not really. It was stupid.

[But he can tell that she's tense, too. And unfortunately for her, he's thinking along the same lines that she is.]

What about you, are you...uh, doing okay?

[foolishwren]

Mmmyea.

_{[She doesn't... untense, exactly, but she does sort of partially turn onto her back so that she can give the vaguest approximation of looking okay.]}

Just havin' weird dreams.

You know, the usual.

_{[It was super not the usual.]}