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Nightmare [19 Nov 2005|12:18pm]
[ mood | scared ]

((OOC: This post occurs between the November 12 and November 26 sessions.))

Aidan slogs through a sticky, reddish-brown liquid, the stuff painting his calves and bringing a foul taste into the back of his mouth. The coppery tang of it reaches him then, and he tries desperately not to retch.

His foot strikes something, and a small part of his mind urges him not to look, but something else compels him to do it anyway. He looks down, and sees Aaron sprawled in the muck, his head at an unnatural angle. His throat closes up, his eyes closing involuntarily as he stumbles backward, only to collide with something hard and unyielding. He glances up, and immediately wishes he hadn't; Ariadne lies among the branches of a dead tree, lifeless and pale, a raw wound in her chest.

More visions assail him - Shun, Arianrhod, Aya...all of them lifeless and cold, and the impact of his loss, the knowledge that he's utterly alone, strikes him like a physical blow. "No...no...NO!"

He jerks awake with a strangled cry, the taste of sickness in his mouth, and stumbles to the bathroom. Several seconds later, he's kneeling on the floor, trying to get the shaking under control as he alternates between being hot and cold and then back again.

26 sword strokes|Take up the sword?

Dreams of the past, part 3 [08 Nov 2005|07:07pm]
[ mood | confused ]

((This entry occurs after this one.))

Aidan wakes to the scents of recent rain, cedar, and cooking food. He looks around his surroundings, growing more confused by the minute.

He lies on a sort of pallet on the floor, covered by a quilt. The walls seem to be made of paper, of all things, with woven straw mats on the floor. **Where am I?**

He tries to remember what happened to him, and recalls only memories of being hot and cold by turns, his head aching as strangers babbled unfamiliar words at him.

He sits up, carefully. His head and chest ache dully, and his muscles are stiff from lying in bed, but other than that, he seems to be all right; his wounds have even been cleaned and dressed. **Someone's been taking care of me...but who?** He tries to remember, and an image forms in his mind - a young woman with soft, cool hands and a soothing voice, and a handsome, dark-haired youth with surprisingly strong hands at odds with his gentle dark eyes. **Who are they? And where is this?**

Puzzled and more than a little confused, he looks around again, trying to discover some clue to what going on.

28 sword strokes|Take up the sword?

Nightmares of mine... [16 Oct 2005|12:24pm]
[ mood | scared ]

((OOC: This post occurs on the same night as this one.))

Lying beside Shun, Aidan shifts uneasily in his sleep as his dreams take an ugly turn....


Graphic violence behind the cut. Don't read if that'll bother you.Collapse )

He jerks awake, gasping and shuddering, as revulsion uncoils in the pit of his stomach. **Was that me? Jesus, what did I do back then?**
13 sword strokes|Take up the sword?

A motel near St. Jude's Hospital, some 200 miles from Pittsburgh [09 Oct 2005|09:11am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

((OOC: This takes place immediately following the closing events of the October 8, 2005 tabletop session.))

Aidan half-walks, half-stumbles into the motel room. Given that his eyes are nearly closed, it's clear to even the most unobservant that he's just about out on his feet. He collapses into a chair; after several seconds, it seems he's disinclined to do anything else.

11 sword strokes|Take up the sword?

Dreams of the past [25 Aug 2005|07:59pm]
[ mood | tired ]

The ship pitches and rolls, stinging darts of rain lashing into Aidan's face. The water makes the deck slippery, and it's only through long practice that he's able to keep his footing.

Lightning splits the sky, and thunder booms; the next rolling of the vessel sends him stumbling backward almost to the rail. His insides are flung upwards by the motion, only his tightly-clenched teeth keeping them in their proper place.

Another huge swell sends the ship up again, and it's then that he sees the rocks illuminated in another lightning flash. **Oh, no...**

In the next instant, the lightning strikes again, this time directly at the ship. The deck beneath his feet gives way, pitching him into cold, dark water. A wave closes over his head, battering him mercilessly as his lungs start to fill with water....

His head suddenly breaks the surface, and through sheer luck he manages to catch a spar of the wreckage. He clings to that for the rest of the night, trying desperately to keep his head above water.

He's so exhausted he barely notices when a wave washes him onto a rocky beach just before dawn. As the sky begins to turn from the indigo of night to the pink of morning, a vast, silent darkness closes over him and he knows no more.

44 sword strokes|Take up the sword?

Nightmare [07 Jul 2005|10:14pm]
[ mood | scared ]

On a hot, sticky night in July, Aidan tosses and turns, gripped in the claws of a nightmare:

He shifts a little...Collapse )

Aidan's eyes snap open, and he lunges bolt upright, panting. His heart is thudding against his ribs, and it's difficult to get the shaking under control. He can almost still feel those dagger-long teeth sinking into his arm, and quickly glances at his smooth, unmarked flesh for reassurance.

He puts his head in his hands, massaging his aching temples. **Crap. Not again....**

19 sword strokes|Take up the sword?

Musings [03 Jul 2005|05:43pm]
[ mood | confused ]


It's the day before the Fourth and I'm sitting here trying to figure out a whole bunch of things while the fan whirs in the living room and Ariadne and Aya make dinner.

I need to sort out how I feel about Shun. He's damn attractive and definitely desirable, but he's so eager to keep things running smoothly between people that I wonder sometimes how much of his willingness is just to be pleasant.

And then there's Aya - she's sweet and pretty and has the nicest smile...but I don't even know if she's interested in guys.

Ariadne's response to both would probably be "Go for it!" but Ariadne's a satyr. Maybe inhibitions come with being sidhe, who knows? Dark Mother knows some of the others are full of them.

Things were a hell of a lot easier when I thought I was straight, dammit....

Take up the sword?

Moving prep [20 Apr 2005|06:32pm]
[ mood | tired ]

I hate moving.

I got home from work yesterday and spent the evening boxing up books. That is not my favorite way to spend an evening. I never realized I had so many of the blasted things, either - it took four boxes to fit them all.

At least I'll have more space in the new house. Granted, I'll be sharing it with two other people, but still....

I should probably finish working on my resume....

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