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 Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2017 9:43 pm
Quote: Caroling has been a tradition for years, so it’s really no surprise when you hear a soft chorus from outside. What is a surprise is the fact that it’s three in the morning, and the moment they start singing you feel a chill in the air. It’s a song you’ve heard a hundred times before, but something about this version makes you go cold. If you move to the window, you will find no carolers, but the song is loud enough that you know you should be able to see them. They sing one song, and then there is silence. An eerie chill lingers, and your dreams are haunted by strange voices. You’ll probably never be able to hear that song again without feeling a chill.
It's three in the morning and Devlyn once again finds herself plagued with not only nightmares, but it seems that some carolers have gotten a little out of hand. Carefully, she pulls herself from the sleeping form tangled around her, thankful for once that he is not as much of a light sleeper like she is, even if he has his own sleep issues. Devy groans quietly as she crept to the window. There's no one there. Devlyn knows that... She can see it with her own eyes. But still the song continues.
She can't help the choked noise that escapes her as she staggers away from the window, covering her ears in an attempt to block it out.Noir Songbird WHAT IS TALKING IN THE SAME TENSE. 
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 9:27 pm
Damian might not be a light sleeper, but some things would never fail to disturb him. Devlyn jolting awake in his arms was definitely one of them, and he began to slowly stir, eyes fluttering open. He sat up, and watched as she made her way to, and then staggered away from, the window, and his immediate response was to stand up and walk over to her, reaching uot to gently lay a hand on her shoulder.
"You alright, darling?" He asked, gently, voice soft. The answer was obviously no, but he wanted to give her a chance to respond.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 10:05 pm
Devlyn is not prepared for the hand on her shoulder. A strangled yelp rips itself from her throat as she lurched away on instinct. It takes Devlyn a long moment to register that it's Damian in front of her. It's longer still before she finally moves.
"T-the song..." Devy sobbed as she sunk to the ground. "Can't you hear it? They've sung it every night for the last few days..." Devlyn can't stop the tears tgat begin to run down her cheeks, nore can she stop herself from shaking.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 9:41 am
Damian withdrew his hand, giving her space rather than crowding in on her while she worked through her initial panic. When she sank to the ground, though, he went with her, scooting close and gently pulling her into his arms, fingers stroking gently, soothingly through her hair.
"I don't hear it," Damian admitted, "but that doesn't mean it isn't real, or that you aren't allowed to be afraid."
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 9:24 pm
Devlyn all but climbed into Damian's lap when he pulled at her. She hid her face in his neck as she clung to him. Was this what it was like for him, back in the graveyard? When she hadn't seen what he saw. "It's real." She hiccuped. "I don't know how to explain it." That song had haunted her for as long as she could remember. Devlyn never understood the words, but she'd recognize it anywhere.
"Do... Do you remember, when I told you I was a light sleeper?" She choked out, clinging to him. "S-sometimes... I have these... Nightmares. I don't know who the people are in them... But it always ends the same... Someone usually dies.. A-and when they die, they're put on this.... pyre and set aflame. Like that one scene in 'Lord of the Rings'." She mumbled. "In these nightmares... there's a group of people. I don't know, I guess they're cultists or something but everytime they do this funeral rights thing they sing. Those stupid carolers were singing the song from my nightmares Damian." And now, she could hear that horrid song ringing in her ears, as if on repeat. "Make it stop Day."
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 9:41 pm
Damian kept running his fingers soothingly through her hair, helping haul her into his lap when she came clambering. He was more than willing to offer whatever support she needed, and it didn't matter if he couldn't hear whatever strange nightmare carol she could, because it wasn't that far out of the realm of possibility that there was some sort of magic at play. This was Destiny City, after all, where anything and everything could be magical and it was always The Worst.
Besides, this wasn't the first time one of them had seen something and the other hadn't.
He let her talk, let her explain the horrible things she dreamed, and he let out a tiny, slightly horrified noise. It reminded him too much of the dreams that had haunted him once, of a terrible future where only death and destruction existed. Dreams of death and endings.
"Oh, Devlyn," he whispered her name, and pressed a kiss to her temple, eyes squeezed shut. "I'm so sorry, love, you shouldn't have to be afraid. You shouldn't have to wake to nightmares every night." He wanted to make it stop, wanted to make her hear anything but the things that were haunting her.
"Would you like me to sing for you?" He offered, gently. He wasn't exactly a master songbird, but he could...at least give her something. A little bit of relief. Some other song to focus on.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 10:14 pm
"Sometimes... My nightmares last long after I wake up... There have been times where that damn song has been stuck in my head from dawn until dusk, and longer still." She muttered. "Those nightmares don't happen often... Once every couple of months. It's funny... Sometimes I find myself forgetting about them, and the song... and that's usually when I get the nightmare." She didn't know if she'd fall back asleep at this point. Usually she wouldn't, couldn't after those nightmares.
Devlyn snorted quietly, leaning against him tiredly. "Since when do you sing?" Sure she'd caught him singing in the shower once or twice, but usually she was the reason he was singing... She sighed, closing her eyes. "I don't want to keep you up... You should go back to bed, there's no reason why we both have to have a sleepless night." Devlyn wouldn't leave him, obviously... It was more likely that she'd just sit in bed and scroll through her phone as she ran her fingers through his hair.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 11:01 pm
Damian nodded, gently squeezing her to his chest, an affectionate reassurance that he was there to protect her. "You're safe here, you know," he said, softly. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
A gentle press of lips against her forehead, and a soft laugh. "I sing every once in a while," he said. "And besides, I'm happy to stay up with you." A half-smile drifted across his face. "I love you, you know." He said. He meant it, more than she might realize. Devlyn was....very precious to him, and he wanted her safe and happy. So, if he could do this for her, he would.
"Little child, be not afraid
Though rain pounds harsh against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight." His voice was a gentle baritone, warm and soft and soothing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2018 9:20 pm
Devlyn snorted quietly. "Now where have I heard that before..." She sighed softly when he kissed her forehead, nuzzling against him. "And here I thought I knew everything about you..." She teased. With the amount of time they spent together, it was no surprise that she knew a lot about him. But she knew that there were things she didn't know. Secrets he kept hidden, and as much as that pained her, she wasn't going to intrude on something he didn't want her knowing.
"I know you do. I love you too... So much." She wondered if at times, she was being to much. If she was more of a hindrance, then a help. "I don't know this song." She said softly, tangling her fingers in his hair. A comforting habit for the both of them. "You should to back to bed, Love." Devlyn said. "You were having a good night. There's no need for you to ruin it because of me." Of course, a night where Damian's not plaqued by nightmares, and she has to go and ruin it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 5:00 pm
Damian gave her a teasing smile. "Oh, I have a few secrets, darling," he said lightly. More than a few, of course, but a few he could, at least, share eventually.
Another kiss was pressed to her head. There was no way he intended to go to bed before her, not after everything she had always done to take care of him. So he sat with her, and waited until she began to drift again, and when she finally did, he scooped her into his arms to carry her back to bed.
It was the very least he could do.
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