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[Ruler was exhausted, and not feeling up to searching for a good hiding spot, he almost puts the book on the nightstand, before drawing it back, musing. If 'Magic' is the rule of the place, he might as well see if fairy-tale logic will help. So he slips the book under his pillow, before just dropping onto bed fully clothed and quick to sleep]

[When he sleeps, he dreams.

He dreams of a field of flowers, full and vibrant, surrounding a town that has long since fallen into disrepair.

He dreams of being on a boat in the endless sea, from the viewpoint of a very small child, seeing the tall legs of adults around him like moving tree trunks.

He dreams of seeing blood dripping into a jar filled with liquid, and it turning a beautiful blue.

He dreams of an empty cellar, cold and dark, feeling despair and hate burn inside of him.

He dreams of endless rain, of boxes, of dust and dirt and pain -

And all through the dream, he hears.....a song....

When he wakes, he is sobbing inconsolably, a deep feeling of grief, even as the lyrics of that odd song still linger in his mind...]

[Literally bolting awake was a cliche, a thing that hack writers used to show how a bad nightmare was - so Ruler had thought before now, but yet - he did find himself sitting straight up in bed, his hands clutched over his face.

He didn't recognize the sounds coming out of his throat, pitched and catching on each breath, like a wounded animal. Even as pained as it was to force those noises out, he could not ignore the fact his eyes burned, tears flowing like rivets, splashing against his gloves, his shirt and wondering if like Alice he was in danger of drowning in his own tears.

Ruler's shoulders hunched up, as soon his hands clutched over the painful knot where his heart is. This... this wasn't his memory, this didn't belong to him but it felt as if it was something he went through - like it was somehow his life]

[When he manages to regain his composure - and look up, he'll see...

a figure. It is like a silhouette, but inverted - pure white, in the approximate shape of a human. the feet trail off into nothing, and it - no, she, because even though he cannot see clearly, he knows it's a woman - reaches out, tears trailing down where eyes would be, if she wasn't just a white shadow.

A whisper comes, softly-]

"Pl a se... p le a e...

P ea e

[ ]

m e...."

[And then

She is gone

like she never existed]

Edited 2019-04-01 05:21 (UTC)

[His peridot green eyes widened, as he reached out towards the figure, barely able to see her between his tears and her etherealness, gasping silently as she seem to vanish like a bubble.

But that voice - he knew he did not imagine that]

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