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 Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2017 2:20 pm
Damian had thought he was over nightmares about his imprisonment. It had been over a year; he was supposed to be over this. He was supposed to have put it behind him. He'd tracked Aralakh down and turned him into a youma, bound him to his service. Surely that meant....that meant there could be no more to fear.
But his name on a tombstone and the person he was with not seeing it had shaken something, badly, and clearly he wasn't as over it as he thought.
It was vivid. Too vivid. He couldn't recall what the initial dream had bene about; something mundane.
He'd woken up in the dream, and when he woke up, he was in that terrible little cell.
And now, even though he was struggling awake again, untangling himself from the sheets and from Devlyn and trying to focus in the dim glow of night lights and glow-in-the-dark constellations, he wan't sure if he'd really woken up at all. what was to say this wasn't the dream? Was anything real?
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2017 10:51 pm
Devlyn stirred was Damian began to murmur and thrash. She murmured soft things trying to find his hand in the haze of sleep, but it was the scream that fully woke her. She sat up almost instantly in a panic, looking around wildly before her gaze settled on the tall form of Damian in the dark. Oh. "...Day?" She asked softly, trying not to scare him further. "Damian. Honey... Love." She mumbled, scrubbing her face. God... What time was it?? The girl groaned, as she crawled towards the end of the bed and reached out for him. "Babydoll. Calm down." One hand found it's way to his back, running along the ridges of his spine gently as the other's caught the pocket in his pajama's and gave a gentle tug towards her. "Sweetheart." Devlyn called again, a little louder.
She didn't want to spook him. He was already hiding things from her. She knew that much, but she was afraid that if she pressed too far and too hard, he'd withdraw completely. She didn't want that. Carefully she stood, and wrapped her arms around him slowly, loosely. "Shhh... It's bad dream. Come on Darlin. Wake up. I'm right here, Babe. Nothing's gonna hurt you." Focus on me, Damian.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 11:43 am
Damian didn’t register Devlyn’s voice at first. His arms wrapped around himself and he dug his nails into his arms, using the sharp points of pain to ground himself—like a pinch to convince you you aren’t dreaming. His eyes were squeezed shut, but tears still pricked st the corners, and he swallowed, trying to force himself not to cry.
It was the hand in his back, gentle as it was, that really alerted him to Devlyn’s presence, and when she tugged he turned, eyes widening as he took her in. Devlyn. Right. She was...she was here and he’d already told himself that if this was all a truck, she shouldn’t exist in it and—
Her arms wrapped around him and his moved around her waist and e buried his face in her shoulder, body shaking with sobs.
“I’m sorry. For waking you up, I.” He shuddered, a full-body thing. “This is real, right? It’s really real and I’m here.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:41 pm
"Hey there Beautiful..." She sighed contently, when he seemed to come to and wrap his own arms around her. "Shh.... No it's okay. I'm naturally a light sleeper." Her own dreams and nightmares sought to that. "It wasn't you Sweety." One of her hands left his waist and moved to find the face buried in her shoulder. Damian crying had always been a tricky thing. It was rare that he ever cried. It was rarer that he'd let her see it. "Let it out if you need to Sugar. You know I don't mind..." Devy wouldn't say it out loud, but she'd prefer that he cry on her, instead of hiding away and leaving her in the dark about his problems. "I just wish I could help you..." She hated that he felt that he couldn't share some things with her, but Devlyn had to remember, that not everyone was as open with things as she was.
Devy laughed softly, squeezing him with her remaining arm before trailing it over his. "Is this real? Well..." She gently pried one of his hands off her waist and placed it over her heart. She then mirrored it by placing her hand over his. "Feel's real to me? What do you think?? There's nothing fake here."
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 12:38 am
Damian felt guilt twist him up. That was right, Devlyn was a light sleeper, and he'd woken her with his...whatever this was. Breakdown? Episode? All over a <******** dream.
"I..." He was going to apologize again, but he stopped himself. Surely that was incredibly irritating, now. "You are helping. Just by being here," he said, which was much better than apologizing constantly. It was, at least, acknowledging what she was doing for him, which was good.
He leaned into every touch, letting himself feel her heartbeat under his hand and letting the rhythm and the weight of her hand on his chest ground him. "Feels real," he acknowledged. He took several long, grounding breaths, focusing on everything he could confirm. "This must be very strange to you," he said softly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 11:04 am
"It's not your fault." She said, as if sensing his guilt. "I've been a light sleeper since I was a kid. Judas use to wake me up all the time cause of nightmares." She sighed and leaned into him. "I've had my fair share of them too." Devlyn hugged him close. "I may be helping by being here... But I don't know what happened. I... I've seen the way you act about your neck... You don't let Judas or Kei touch it unless its a kiss. You'll flinch away if they try. But, I've lost count of how many times you've let me touch it without even blinking." She drove the point home by gently grazing her fingers against his collar. "I just wish I knew how to help with that..." Maybe she was pushing her luck, telling him how she felt. She just hoped he wouldn't hide from her now because she'd noticed.
"It's real. I promise you it's real Damian." Devlyn wasn't sure how else to prove that to him. She stared at him curiously. "What's strange?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 11:35 pm
Damian winced, unable to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's....difficult to talk about." He wanted to tell her, butt here was no way to make it sound anything less than insane, even if plenty of people got involved in the war every day without actually being powered. "And a very long story."
Not that long, not really.
"It's...difficult," he admitted, but he didn't flinch away form her fingers on his neck. It was strange, that he trusted her, especially over Judas when he knew Judas was Devilline. But some things didn't have to make sense. "Not much you can do to help, I'm afraid, but I appreciate that you want to try."
He exhaled and sat back, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.
"It is," he said. It had to be. He couldn't wake up in that cell again. It would kill him, after all this time. "This is...real." He could feel things. Temperature changes, pressure, all things that had felt hollow in the illusion. "This entire...thing must be strange, having to assure me that reality is, in fact, reality."
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2017 9:06 am
Devy sighed. She knew he wouldn't tell her, but still. "Just know that I've got time okay? If it ever becomes easier to tell." She said, still gently rubbing at his collar and throat. Devy would always make time for Damian. "Let me know if I do something wrong. I don't want to do something that upsets you, or triggers some sort of panic attack."
Devlyn shifted her weight shrugging. "You've been through s**t Day. I know this. I'd rather have to sit here and remind you that things are real and not a dream, then have you walking around here in a haze thinking its all fake. So it gets repetitive sometimes, so what? It makes you feel better in the end and that's all I care about. As long as you feel like you're safe and happy, I don't care. I'll say it all day, every day if I have to." Devy moved to sit down next to Damian and take his hand. "Sweetheart, we didn't let you into our lives just to ignore you. We love and care about you, and yes that includes Keiran. Even if things can get a little bit awkward between you to. I love and care about you. I'm not going to sit here and pretend nothings wrong when I see that you're hurting."
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2017 1:51 am
Damian nodded. "I'll let you know, I promise." It was...strange for him to hear offers of help and know they were sincere, but Devlyn had never been anything less in the time he'd known her. There was a very short list of people he could trust in that way. "You're good at avoiding it, though."
A slow smile drew itself across his face. "I am...incredibly lucky to have you," he said, and he meant it. She just...accepted it, all of it, every quirk and strangeness and piece of a horror story, and she wanted to help. To make it easier. Truly he was lucky to have found Judas, and through Judas her and Keiran. "I care about you, as well," he said, and he swallowed. He meant it, certainly. She was a dear friend, and sometimes he wondered if there might be more there -- but it wouldn't be fair to push. Not when there was so much she could never know.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2017 10:03 pm
Devlyn eyed him for a moment, wondering if he was being sincere, or just telling her what she wanted to hear. It was only a matter of time before she did trigger something, good at avoiding things or not.
"The luckiest." She chuckled slightly, leaning up to kiss him gently on the nose before sighing softly, leaning against him. "I know you do..." Devlyn believed him with every fiber of her being. She just hoped he believed her. "You will be safe. You are safe. You know I'm not gonna let anything hurt you. "Nothing's gonna hurt you here, Love. Nothing's going to touch you here." Devlyn mumbled softly, repeating what she had said a few weeks ago.
"So... Options to pick from. Option A, is we grab the blanket and camp out on the couch watching whatever until we fall back asleep. Option B, we stay here and entertain ourselves." Her voice trailed slightly, letting his imagination take over. "Or, if you want the ridiculous route... Option C is dance with me."
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 11:12 pm
Damian nodded. He wanted to believe her, really he did, that he was safe here. It might even be true. Order certainly wasn't kicking in apartment doors and hauling off civilians. "I'm safe here," he repeated, quietly, as a bit of grounding.
Her offers had him tilting his head to the side. "All three sound like quite a lot of fun," he admitted, a playful grin teasing its way across his face, "but I have to say, I think some combination of B and C might just be my favorite."
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