[ It's his thousandth time feeling it, but his first time feeling it this way: raging through the Murmur. How instinctual it feels for his soul to dash itself against the confines of another's self-control to find the haunting attached to what's beneath. Like running his hands through glass to reach him.
That instinct burns in him like a branding: even here, he will never be normal.
And it's a cruelty, he's sure — to be protected by a ghost. To confront the loss in every corporeal moment that intersects knowledge and responsibility. That's why Arthur is here, the dogged waves licking at his heels, his steady gait. How exhausting that must be for you, Subaru thinks, the inward press of such a presence flushing that instinct out of him. An instinct that is natural to him, but also cultivated, whittled to a gleaming point.
He can't promise walking towards him will harden the sand or stall the sea. But he thinks it would be better to reach him than to not, even if not today. ]
That's a generous advantage, for one whose language is dreaming. It works like it should?
[ Within the quiet seconds between words, he feels something like a chill. It's not unwelcome, exactly. He's reminded of an array of frost along a windowpane, the cool touch of glass a strangely soothing balm in a too-warm room. At the edges of his senses, there's the hush of a first snowfall, powdered branches muting the rest of the world.
The crystalline structures recede, leaving only pinpricks of moisture behind. ]
In reality, it does. When I'm in a dream, though, it behaves more like a regular dieβthe numbers come up at random. That's part of the trick: to know the totem does different things, depending on whether you're awake or asleep.
There is aβcaveat. [ Because it isn't foolproof. Something he found out fairly early and had to rely on other methods. A familiar paranoia slithers up his spine, draping itself over him with the heaviness of velvet: what if he isn't in reality? What if this is limbo and he's just convinced himself that he's in the real world? What if waking up from this nightmare is as easy as putting a gun to his temple and pulling the trigger, like he's done in dreams hundreds of times?
Would he wake up or would he be following Mal ten stories down, thinking he needed to get back to his life?
The precise click and whir of his thoughts stumble, gears grinding against a screw in the spokes. Releasing a noisy breath, the well-oiled rotations begin again, the stopper disappearing between steel teeth. ] Sleep can influence small pockets of dreaming to appear, so the totem isn't always accurate. Typically, they're not too large, though, and they pass with some time.
[ At least, that's been his experience. ]
It's not as dependable if you don't train for it, but in those moments, the best way to tell the difference is to trace your steps back to how you got there.
[ It's as if eyes turn inward, piercing. Such is the dreamer's purview when something goes awry, clarity whittling to seek the imperfections, just so. Not Sleep's attention here, but Arthur's. His cognizance betrays him, attempting to draw his knowledge out of safe narrow alleys and out into the open where anything could be possible. Any escape, any violence, from any direction. He can't offer reprieve, he can't dredge this dream or dispel this illusion.
Subaru's intuition coats the rift of his thoughts like a wintersoft sheen and dissipates just as quickly when he recovers. Acknowledgement, perhaps. Of the way out not always being what it seems, and the same deceit could be waiting at the end of either fork in the road.
And within that smoke is a mirror, a world in which Subaru would choose the dream that reflects his wish over a desolated reality. ]
That passage between worlds is something I'm more familiar with navigating. Spiritual entities perform similar feats when trying to avoid detection. If I find one, it might be better to engage with it first to understand it better.
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That instinct burns in him like a branding: even here, he will never be normal.
And it's a cruelty, he's sure — to be protected by a ghost. To confront the loss in every corporeal moment that intersects knowledge and responsibility. That's why Arthur is here, the dogged waves licking at his heels, his steady gait. How exhausting that must be for you, Subaru thinks, the inward press of such a presence flushing that instinct out of him. An instinct that is natural to him, but also cultivated, whittled to a gleaming point.
He can't promise walking towards him will harden the sand or stall the sea. But he thinks it would be better to reach him than to not, even if not today. ]
That's a generous advantage, for one whose language is dreaming. It works like it should?
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The crystalline structures recede, leaving only pinpricks of moisture behind. ]
In reality, it does. When I'm in a dream, though, it behaves more like a regular dieβthe numbers come up at random. That's part of the trick: to know the totem does different things, depending on whether you're awake or asleep.
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Do you suppose a totem crafted in reality as we're experiencing it right now... [ Sleep's Manhattan ] would have the same effect?
[ Subaru thinks that would stand to reason, but it bears asking.
It wouldn't be the only thing from home refashioned. ]
cw: suicidal imagery
Would he wake up or would he be following Mal ten stories down, thinking he needed to get back to his life?
The precise click and whir of his thoughts stumble, gears grinding against a screw in the spokes. Releasing a noisy breath, the well-oiled rotations begin again, the stopper disappearing between steel teeth. ] Sleep can influence small pockets of dreaming to appear, so the totem isn't always accurate. Typically, they're not too large, though, and they pass with some time.
[ At least, that's been his experience. ]
It's not as dependable if you don't train for it, but in those moments, the best way to tell the difference is to trace your steps back to how you got there.
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Subaru's intuition coats the rift of his thoughts like a wintersoft sheen and dissipates just as quickly when he recovers. Acknowledgement, perhaps. Of the way out not always being what it seems, and the same deceit could be waiting at the end of either fork in the road.
And within that smoke is a mirror, a world in which Subaru would choose the dream that reflects his wish over a desolated reality. ]
That passage between worlds is something I'm more familiar with navigating. Spiritual entities perform similar feats when trying to avoid detection. If I find one, it might be better to engage with it first to understand it better.