[It wasn't often that Chelan dreamed. Sometimes she lamented this, wishing for all those spectacular experiences that Yosafire spoke of whenever she regaled their group of friends with the grandiose and oft silly adventures she went on whenever she slept.
Yet once in a long while she'd have a dream so vivid it felt more like a lost memory than any illusion. She wasn't sure if she'd call them nightmares. Not all of them at least, but so often they carried the weight of melancholy that would sit with her well into her waking hours.
This night she found herself being awoken by such a dream and as her eyes fluttered open she felt a heavy weight press against her chest. Nothing had happened in the dream. She'd been perched by an apple tree, a solitary one on a hill that seemed to overlook a scorched land. There had been the sensation that she had been waiting for someone and sat atop that hill for hours...hours...hours until there had been a quiet sort of acceptance and with it a deep sense of loss.
Chelan hadn't the faintest idea what that was about but this sense of dread had her waking and looking over to Dialo.
Dialo. They had been living together as friends for over a year now. In that time Chelan had begun to question if what she felt towards the demon was strictly platonic but now they strange grief that had overtaken her had made it clear that her feelings went beyond that. Why? She couldn't tell but there was an odd urgency as she slipped from her bed and went to gently shake her companion awake.]
[Dialo is a light sleeper. Bakers rise early in the morning and get to work right away, so it's a good trait for her to have. She dreams, but rarely remembers them past the moment she wakes up.
When Chelan starts to shake her, Dialo opens her eyes almost instantly. She blinks a few times, then focuses on the distressed angel next to her.] What's wrong, Chelan?
[When Dialo wakes up Chelan immediately feels guilty. Dialo is a hard worker and light sleeper, she didn't need her room mate going around depriving her of sleep. Especially not because she had a nonsensical dreams.
But she has already woken her up so she should at least say something so it wouldn't for no reason.
Chelan rubs the back of her neck uncertainly, now full of doubt. She knows what she wants to say but not the why of it and it makes her doubt if she should say it at all. After a moment of hesitation she gestures to Dialo's blankets, a shy query of if she can join her.]
[No hesitation, no grumbling. Chelan is in distress, so of course she can climb in with her. Dialo pulls the blanket back and pats the spot next to her.]
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Yet once in a long while she'd have a dream so vivid it felt more like a lost memory than any illusion. She wasn't sure if she'd call them nightmares. Not all of them at least, but so often they carried the weight of melancholy that would sit with her well into her waking hours.
This night she found herself being awoken by such a dream and as her eyes fluttered open she felt a heavy weight press against her chest. Nothing had happened in the dream. She'd been perched by an apple tree, a solitary one on a hill that seemed to overlook a scorched land. There had been the sensation that she had been waiting for someone and sat atop that hill for hours...hours...hours until there had been a quiet sort of acceptance and with it a deep sense of loss.
Chelan hadn't the faintest idea what that was about but this sense of dread had her waking and looking over to Dialo.
Dialo. They had been living together as friends for over a year now. In that time Chelan had begun to question if what she felt towards the demon was strictly platonic but now they strange grief that had overtaken her had made it clear that her feelings went beyond that. Why? She couldn't tell but there was an odd urgency as she slipped from her bed and went to gently shake her companion awake.]
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When Chelan starts to shake her, Dialo opens her eyes almost instantly. She blinks a few times, then focuses on the distressed angel next to her.] What's wrong, Chelan?
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But she has already woken her up so she should at least say something so it wouldn't for no reason.
Chelan rubs the back of her neck uncertainly, now full of doubt. She knows what she wants to say but not the why of it and it makes her doubt if she should say it at all. After a moment of hesitation she gestures to Dialo's blankets, a shy query of if she can join her.]
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[No hesitation, no grumbling. Chelan is in distress, so of course she can climb in with her. Dialo pulls the blanket back and pats the spot next to her.]