Post by Eryk on Oct 25, 2022 18:43:54 GMT 1
OoC: One off, or some posts for Eryk's fever dreams happening during days 101-103 SFA. Invitation only, or something.
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Eryk had refused all magical aid, as his condition was not life threatening, and he wanted the healer to keep her focus on possible more threatening accidents and illnesses. He had accepted the place to rest and recover at Tambri's little corner of the cave complex, and he had accepted broth and herbs and whatever the aid was there for him to work out the sniffles and coughs. It seemed like he had going to get better soon, but then his body temperature rose up a bit. It was not BAD fever, but he and his body and mind reacted to the temperature rise a little ... weird.
The silver-haired lad turned on the other side on the bed, and coughed, flying in and out of deep and shallow sleep, his nose wheezing as he tried to get a breath of air.
In the dream, he felt trapped under a sheet of thick ice, and breathing was hard. He did not know which way to go, and the dark bubbles from the deep -- or above? -- seemed like they were talking to him. It was not spoken words as such, more like very low growl and more of an idea of words and feelings.
What are you, if not able to work and build?, It questioned him, as he drifted in the cold and dark, unsure of which way to go. The question felt like it came from the around him, and simultaneously inside of his head. Eryk spun around and tried to find the source, but he was getting more and more confused by the moment. He tried to respond, but no voice came out. A shadow swirled around him, if the darkness managed to be even darker than dark. Eryk could not make out any shapes, or many shapes at the same time, and it shifted. At some point It was an elfin shape, similar to his brother.
You abandoned me. It accused him. You replaced me with another. You did not mourn.
Eryk denied the claim of not mourning -- or at least tried to, there was still no voice or spoken words coming out of his mouth.
In the real world, he whimpered soft, barely audible words of 'no', tossing and turning in the bed and sweating a lot.
In the dream, the elfin shape sharpened lightly, but took a skeletal shape. At least the head was like a skull, staring at Eryk with no eyes, only holes, and emptiness and void in them. The rest of the body was like ... dark, oily substance, or smoke and something in between those.
It growled at him again, unrecognizeable words, more like a rumble of disappointment. Eryk felt his heartbeat in his chest, it beat like a drum, and it hurt, like his heart was to escape his chest.
You abandoned me. It claimed again, taking a more female shape, It was right of me not to start anything with you.
Eryk tried to deny again, but this time he had no defense, other than his fall was an accident. The shape swirled around him, too close to comfort and there was a little bit of snickering in his mind or around him.
Of course all the maidens and the lads were right not to start anything with you, you're a failure., It said, as Eryk felt like the ice and cold was caving in on him, crushing him, and suffocating him. The shape changed a little, into an elk, still with the smoky-oily body and skull for a head and empty eyes glaring down at Eryk, trotting around him, but always maintaining eye socket contact. I bet your folks did not even care that you didn't return from the ride. They just sighed in relief. Useless punk, always pissing on other people's relationships.
Eryk tried to get away from It, but the dream logic only brought him closer to the being, and the eye sockets and the smirk of the skull. The elf tried to cover his own eyes and ears to avoid contact with the shape, but it was no use, since the words came also from within. There was a sinister laugh, as he attempted to avoid It.
You can't avoid me forever. You will run out of things to build and maintain. I AM you, and I am LONELY., the shape said and shifted into a wolf, still keeping the same substance, skull twisting and turning into more canine shape with teeth a little bit too big and sharp to look normal.
~*~
Eryk had refused all magical aid, as his condition was not life threatening, and he wanted the healer to keep her focus on possible more threatening accidents and illnesses. He had accepted the place to rest and recover at Tambri's little corner of the cave complex, and he had accepted broth and herbs and whatever the aid was there for him to work out the sniffles and coughs. It seemed like he had going to get better soon, but then his body temperature rose up a bit. It was not BAD fever, but he and his body and mind reacted to the temperature rise a little ... weird.
The silver-haired lad turned on the other side on the bed, and coughed, flying in and out of deep and shallow sleep, his nose wheezing as he tried to get a breath of air.
In the dream, he felt trapped under a sheet of thick ice, and breathing was hard. He did not know which way to go, and the dark bubbles from the deep -- or above? -- seemed like they were talking to him. It was not spoken words as such, more like very low growl and more of an idea of words and feelings.
What are you, if not able to work and build?, It questioned him, as he drifted in the cold and dark, unsure of which way to go. The question felt like it came from the around him, and simultaneously inside of his head. Eryk spun around and tried to find the source, but he was getting more and more confused by the moment. He tried to respond, but no voice came out. A shadow swirled around him, if the darkness managed to be even darker than dark. Eryk could not make out any shapes, or many shapes at the same time, and it shifted. At some point It was an elfin shape, similar to his brother.
You abandoned me. It accused him. You replaced me with another. You did not mourn.
Eryk denied the claim of not mourning -- or at least tried to, there was still no voice or spoken words coming out of his mouth.
In the real world, he whimpered soft, barely audible words of 'no', tossing and turning in the bed and sweating a lot.
In the dream, the elfin shape sharpened lightly, but took a skeletal shape. At least the head was like a skull, staring at Eryk with no eyes, only holes, and emptiness and void in them. The rest of the body was like ... dark, oily substance, or smoke and something in between those.
It growled at him again, unrecognizeable words, more like a rumble of disappointment. Eryk felt his heartbeat in his chest, it beat like a drum, and it hurt, like his heart was to escape his chest.
You abandoned me. It claimed again, taking a more female shape, It was right of me not to start anything with you.
Eryk tried to deny again, but this time he had no defense, other than his fall was an accident. The shape swirled around him, too close to comfort and there was a little bit of snickering in his mind or around him.
Of course all the maidens and the lads were right not to start anything with you, you're a failure., It said, as Eryk felt like the ice and cold was caving in on him, crushing him, and suffocating him. The shape changed a little, into an elk, still with the smoky-oily body and skull for a head and empty eyes glaring down at Eryk, trotting around him, but always maintaining eye socket contact. I bet your folks did not even care that you didn't return from the ride. They just sighed in relief. Useless punk, always pissing on other people's relationships.
Eryk tried to get away from It, but the dream logic only brought him closer to the being, and the eye sockets and the smirk of the skull. The elf tried to cover his own eyes and ears to avoid contact with the shape, but it was no use, since the words came also from within. There was a sinister laugh, as he attempted to avoid It.
You can't avoid me forever. You will run out of things to build and maintain. I AM you, and I am LONELY., the shape said and shifted into a wolf, still keeping the same substance, skull twisting and turning into more canine shape with teeth a little bit too big and sharp to look normal.
