#some horrible dream stuff

[houserosaire]

Prompt #24: Bar

A man with golden eyes watched him from the shadows. Silvaineaux could feel his presence as much as he could see him, a dark shape pacing slowly around him. They paced around each other for a moment, circling like a pair of unfriendly cats, or like a pair of hawks with their eyes fixed on the same prey. “Who are you to bar my way?” The man asked, his voice a low and venomous hiss.

“Who are you at all?” Silvaineaux snarled in return. “Nobody.”

“You wish I were that.”

“I do.”

Another shadow loomed beside him, he was aware of it as he stepped carefully around the other. This one  was large, hovering great and square at the edge of his sight until gradually he knew what it was even before he looked at it. 

He kept his eyes fixed on his opponent and stepped again. 

The man with the golden eyes was gone. 

He was in the fine sitting room of a house and now it was books that circled him. They flew around him in a tornado of heavy bindings, their pages filling the air with a sound like a thousand wings. He ducked as the first one flew  -at- him. It slammed into his  shoulder, then another came and another. Until the shelf seemed to have hurled its entire contents at him. Yet one book remained unmoved in the center of the room. The cloud washed afternoon sun caught in the gilt on its leather cover.

He took a single step toward it. Afternoon light was suddenly the blue of evening, the dust and frost had vanished and every book sat once again in place upon a shelf save that one. 

A man came into the room, his movements furtive, hurried. Silvaineaux did not know him and the man moved past him in his unerring path toward the book as if he was not there at all. 

And so he merely watched as the man hastily tugged the book open. Silvaineaux recognized it then for a holy book. Yet the man sought no prayers. Instead he looked up hastily toward the doorway by which he’d entered and then drew his knife.

Hastily he worked the blade beneath the fine colored endpapers at the back, working it loose a little at a time. Every few moments he looked up again, not at Silvaineaux who watched him but at the empty doorway. 

After several moments the man made a soft sound of satisfaction. He tugged a paper out of his jacket. The sheet was folded once so that Silvaineaux only had the briefest impression of closely packed words showing a little through the paper. The man shoved the paper hastily into the space he’d made under the endpaper, then slammed the book shut.

The sound of it made both of them jump.

The man looked up again at the doorway, but this time there was someone there. He took a hasty step back from the book and then turned toward the door.

A lady stood there.

The lady with her red hair and her enormous blue-grey eyes. This time Silvaineaux thought she was not yet a ghost. And yet.

“There’s someone at the gates.” She said quietly, setting her small hand on the man’s arm.

“Who?” He asked, covering that hand with his.

“I do not know, but I am afraid.”

“I promise you do not need to fear.” He said. “I will not let anything harm you, no matter what it costs me.”

Silvaineaux looked from the man to the book and then back again. The man gently drew away from the lady. “I will go and send them off.” He said.

Silvaineaux watched him leave the room.

When he looked up again the lady was looking at him. She smiled as she caught his eyes.

Silvaineaux jerked awake. It took him just a moment to place the familiar shapes and hues of his own bed hangings. He scrubbed his hands over his face and drew in a heavy breath. The unease of the dream hung over him like a cloud. “I didn’t even drink that much  at the bar last night.” He whispered to the empty room, just to break its silence.

[sailfish-serum]

EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE JOY AND WHIMSY REACTIVATED OHHHOHOOO WHIPPIE YAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

[silverhalla]

when I was little I used to play clue with my sister and when I won by being like “okay YOU don’t have the candlestick and I don’t have the candlestick and there are no more cards, so it’s gotta be the candlestick” she would get really mad and tell me I was cheating because I wasn’t supposed to be making assumptions like that and she didn’t understand where I was getting the info from, so I was ruining the game for her

anyways I don’t rly get why people on twt are THAT mad about veilguard spoilers because they do not seem that deep

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Kinda obsessed with just lettin him sit here. His high chair.

[jakubdobes]

getting #real on my hockey tumblr sideblog or whatever but, i was raised catholic and i do take from my catholic upbringing the emotional utility of embracing suffering from time to time. life is unbelievably painful and we live in an unspeakably cruel time. my mental health and ability to cope with pain improved astronomically when i learned to accept misery and grief as an inevitability i have to set a place at the table for. when i accepted that i had more time to figure out how to feel joy and compassion without being eaten alive by the shame and horror that comes with experiencing human consciousness. part of the thing, all you can do is figure out how to carry the weight and help other people carry the weight

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

im alive again hooray

[indooroutdoorboyfriend]

i genuinely cannot stay asleep for longer than twenty minutes at a time so i am gonna be weird and introspective instead. evan character analysis. btw no i am not in a crisis or anything i'm just trynna dr house my neuroses. delete that "are you good??" dm right now

[aroace-polyshow]

oh speaking of hw btw. you remember rui’s whole “thank you for giving me the chance to change” thing towards tsukasa….….hw tsukasa being the one to give hw a second chance……idk they’re all convinced they’re hopeless and then this stupid star persuades them enough to join him and ghrdsgfygfndfnshansdngyhgsadfn

[chiistarri]

me when ihave a dream about my 3rh closest friends all beyeaying me 🤯🤯🤯

[br1ghtestlight]

starr is like is anybody else gonna manipulate this autistic teenage girl who is obsessed with being likeable and famous and Doesnt wait for an answer

[cluescorner]

There's no feeling stranger than knowing that something is bad but liking it anyways. Not in a 'it's so bad it's good' way. Because that implies that it has become good. I'm talking like this thing is just kinda bad in the normal ways things are bad, but i like it anyways.

[oceansquill]

Me watching Q's stream:

[pepper-steam-milkshake]

important things: just dreamt about heather chandler and veronica making out. while switching perspectives. that was an experience.

[jackass-jones]

My belly should stop hurting I’m literally so cute why is this happening 🥺

[mushed-kid]

genuinely can you actually be traumatized or something by a dream?

[ronanlynchbf]

"all this foreshadowing abt declan dying and then he didn't even die" well personally i think declan got murdered dead by mstief in greywaren so. actually 2 me he did die. Badly.