A/N: The end theme song for Blue Gender reminded me a lot of Harper and Tyr... So, this is inspired by the song.
Disclaimer: Like I own this... That means I don't... Saddness.
Pairing: The closest thing that can be is Harper/Tyr, and if that, it's just implied slash.
Spoilers: Eh... It's Hour Come 'Round Last & The Widening Gyre.
Nothing But A Lovely Dream
You remember the way he smells; like spices and a faint burnt smell, like wood on fire long ago with just a hint of the fire that burnt it, and like his weapons, a faint metal smell. And you remember the way he smelt before they came; remembers before the stench on him wasn't strong like the smell of pennies... different than the metal of his weapons... Blood... his blood... Yours? ... Theirs?
And you twitch in your sleep when you think of this... Of they... Them... And you twitch again when you think, realize, that you're asleep. And you briefly wonder if this is all a dream... Maybe not exactly this... But of him smelling like that... And them coming... Attacking... Of their claws and then their teeth biting...
And you stop. Shudder in your sleep. Can't think that. Can't be true. Can't. Can't. Can't. Over and over in your mind you think that... That it can't be true. But something about the way that this is... The way you know you're asleep... That this is a dream... Tells you otherwise...
And then... Strong hands on your shoulder, you can feel it... You know you'll wake up soon, but you sink into yourself more... Deeper... Because... Because... If it's true... Then waking up will be bad... In your dreams nothing bad can hurt you except your own mind... Outside would be worse... Horrible... But the hands touch you again... Different hands, strong, with a soft feel to it... And then you know it's him... Can't be anyone else...
And suddenly you want him, in here... Because... He'll protect you... In his own way... Wouldn't hurt you as much as them... Want him over you... In you... All around you... And you can feel his hands probing again... You laugh to yourself, not out loud though, not in the 'real world', no. But in here... In your mind, you laugh, think of him shouting "Wake up!" Because... You know it's possible. He'd do that.
And again his hands are touching your arm, softer this time, gentler... You can almost hear a whisper... You think it might sound like 'Don't give up yet.' ... Or something like that... And it reminds you of promises... You asking him something, though you don't know what... And the hands just help further the memory... And you shove the hands away a little, in the 'real world', because if you keep thinking of that then you might remember... And remembering... No. You can't do that... At least not just yet...
But the hands persist, you shudder, you can almost remember now... Can feel the memories intruding...
And other things... Remember their hands... Their claws... and then ... Him... Knife... You faintly remember a promise of death... You asking him... not the other way around... And then you're standing still... Watching him fire... Too afraid to move... Do anything... He pushes you and then... His hands on your mouth, and briefly you smile at this because you can remember... "I love you too." Confused as this memory flies by... Trying to stop the memories from coming... Because, you're confused... And you think... "Does he love me?" But too late now... They're coming again... You can remember the pounding of them, like drums... And then a crunching sound... Something puncturing through metal... And then...
Nothing. It stops. You sigh, in yourself, relieved that it's stop... And then...
Him again, for a brief second, staring at you... The word 'dance' pops into your head, and it's gone in a flash...And then... The teeth sink into you again...
And you wake up screaming.
end.