Day: December 9, 2017

mythsandmonsters:

ofviolentdeath:

Cay climbed up in the bed with her, almost like a puppy with his friendly dark eyes. “It’s okay. You’re home now. Promise,” he soothed, wanting to snuggle up to her. He was terribly affectionate but he didn’t want to scare her.

Bridget checked the time on her phone before patting her brother’s head once more. “I have to go. Duty calls. I’ll check in later?” She didn’t want to leave the girl, but she trusted Cayden.

He nodded, giving her a warm smile before returning his attentions to his new sister. “Are you hungry?”

She shrugged, looking a little unsure of herself as to whether or not she knew what hunger felt like and if she was feeling it right now.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her breathing quick and shallow in an obvious sign of her anxiety at the unfamiliarity of being physically awake for the first time in her life.

I’ve never been here before.”

His playfulness seemed to vanish in an instant when he caught on to her body language. He had forgotten how startling it could be to be rioped into the real world. Mostly because he had been younger than her when it happened to him.

Cay moved closer to her and hesitantly wrapped an arm around her, needing to comfort her but not wanting to make it worse.

mythsandmonsters:

ofviolentdeath:

“Home,” she answered truthfully, easing off the bed to nudge her little brother awake. Leave it to him have fallen asleep waiting.

Cay woke with a jump, a sheepish grin on his lips. “Sorry, Bridge. You know he has that effect,” the boy whined, laughter following. He turned, mop of messy curls flopping over his dark eyes as he rested his chin on the mattress. “Hi. Good…is it morning, Bridge?”

“Evening,” she answered, ruffling his hair affectionately. “This is Cayden. He’s going to help take care of you. He’s your brother,” she explained, turning back to the girl.

“Hi.”

She’d inadvertently scooted closer to her father and curled up, wrapping her arms around her knees, purely out of habit and the need for comfort, just as a small child would when overcome with shyness at meeting new people.

The boy had the same dark, messy hair their father had, and that helped convince her that he and Bridget were who they claimed they were and she was safe in their hands until their father woke up.

Cay climbed up in the bed with her, almost like a puppy with his friendly dark eyes. “It’s okay. You’re home now. Promise,” he soothed, wanting to snuggle up to her. He was terribly affectionate but he didn’t want to scare her.

Bridget checked the time on her phone before patting her brother’s head once more. “I have to go. Duty calls. I’ll check in later?” She didn’t want to leave the girl, but she trusted Cayden.

He nodded, giving her a warm smile before returning his attentions to his new sister. “Are you hungry?”

mythsandmonsters:

ofviolentdeath:

Bridget took her hand and gently led her away from the center of the dream. Once he was out of sight, it began to shift, the snow vanishing as she eased the girl into a different set of dreams. Once there, it was easy for Bridget to wake up herself and bring the girl out with her.

The bed was soft, the lights dim, their father sleeping peacefully in a nest of blankets and pillows. Cay was sitting on the floor, back pressed against the bed while he waited.

She’d never left the basement of the house before, and she did feel a touch of panic as things began to shift around them, but there wasn’t really any chance for her to turn back before she found herself in a room she didn’t recognise, the dim light still managing to make her eyes ache a little bit with how sensitive they were from having never been used outside of dreams.

“Where are we?” she blinked, trying to take in her new surroundings and lose the disorienting sensation that had washed over her.

Everything seemed so much more sharp and real to her senses, almost overwhelming her until she saw the familiar sleeping shape nearby, giving her an anchor to her new surroundings to allow her to adjust at her own pace.

“Home,” she answered truthfully, easing off the bed to nudge her little brother awake. Leave it to him have fallen asleep waiting.

Cay woke with a jump, a sheepish grin on his lips. “Sorry, Bridge. You know he has that effect,” the boy whined, laughter following. He turned, mop of messy curls flopping over his dark eyes as he rested his chin on the mattress. “Hi. Good…is it morning, Bridge?”

“Evening,” she answered, ruffling his hair affectionately. “This is Cayden. He’s going to help take care of you. He’s your brother,” she explained, turning back to the girl.

mythsandmonsters:

ofviolentdeath:

“He’s not really here, honey. This is his dream. He kept you here to protect you. But he’s home now. Physically. And so you should be too. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Her fingers stilled before she shrugged and stood. “Would you like to meet the rest of your family? Our brother Cayden will just adore you and he’s currently taking care of sleeping beauty here.”

She was still understandably hesitant, but if he wasn’t going to wake up here and she was waiting for nothing, then she didn’t want to stay there alone if she didn’t have to.

“Okay,” she mumbled, nodding timidly and standing up, despite how hard she suddenly found it to try to pull herself away from the unconscious form of the man who was apparently her father.

Bridget took her hand and gently led her away from the center of the dream. Once he was out of sight, it began to shift, the snow vanishing as she eased the girl into a different set of dreams. Once there, it was easy for Bridget to wake up herself and bring the girl out with her.

The bed was soft, the lights dim, their father sleeping peacefully in a nest of blankets and pillows. Cay was sitting on the floor, back pressed against the bed while he waited.

balance

“Okay. Tru’s family? Fucking nuts. They keep going on about balance and how I’m just a little lost. Where the fuck are these people from? There’s no balance. Just chaos. And this girl they say is my sister? Talk about weird. Sure, she smells like my mom did, but the girl also so smells like absolute fucking terror and I’m not sober enough for this shit,” the wolf ranted, feeling more than a little off kilter and overwhelmed.

mythsandmonsters:

ofviolentdeath:

She smiled softly, her blue eyes seeming warmer for it. Without much thought, she sat down beside them and ran her fingers over their dad’s head. “He always forgets when he sleeps, don’t be upset with him. You’re not the first he’s accidentally kept in his dreams once he was home,” she explained, her fondness for the man obvious.

“He named me Chara, but I go by Bridget anymore. I’m one of your many siblings. It’s time you woke up, sweetie.”

She didn’t fully understand what Bridget meant by that. She’d always just assumed this was her dream she was in and that her dream self just didn’t remember being awake, and in that moment, it occurred to her that she wasn’t actually sure she even had a name.

“I don’t want to leave him here.” she protested sadly, a small pinch of fear at whatever unknowns waited for her if she chose to go with her. “I think I’m supposed to wait until he comes back.”

“He’s not really here, honey. This is his dream. He kept you here to protect you. But he’s home now. Physically. And so you should be too. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Her fingers stilled before she shrugged and stood. “Would you like to meet the rest of your family? Our brother Cayden will just adore you and he’s currently taking care of sleeping beauty here.”

pettythieveswithpotential:

“It’s not a lecture; it’s an
observation. And at the very least, I care about Robin. Leave the kid alone.
You’re both enough of a mess without the other’s help.” God, the last thing he
needed was them pushing each other to be more toxic. “Go home and just… stay
away, okay?”

Those words cut deep. “You don’t get to tell me who I can and cannot hang around, and, for the last fucking time, I had no idea he was fucking connected to your worthless,” she repeated, trying her hardest not scream or break down entirely. “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me so don’t fucking presume to.”

mythsandmonsters:

ofviolentdeath:

Bridget had gotten the location out of her uncle, even if he hadn’t exactly wanted to tell her. She just had this feeling that she couldn’t shake. One she had never been wrong about before. It was, after all, how Talyse had been found.

Still, nothing had prepared her for what she found. The girl looked absolutely lost in the cold and it broke her heart a little. Her father was such a space case when he was asleep, but she couldn’t fault him.

“You’re a long way from home, little one,” she said softly, offering a hand to what she could only assume was her little sister.

She turned, a little startled to find someone else there. There had never been anyone else there before, but the woman with the blonde hair who spoke to her looked kind, and it was almost a relief to have someone else to speak to.

“W-who are you?” she asked meekly, not sure if she should move from the sleeping man’s side, or continue to wait, but even she knew that she might be waiting for a long time to come, so she didn’t really have anything to lose in at least finding out why the woman was there.

She smiled softly, her blue eyes seeming warmer for it. Without much thought, she sat down beside them and ran her fingers over their dad’s head. “He always forgets when he sleeps, don’t be upset with him. You’re not the first he’s accidentally kept in his dreams once he was home,” she explained, her fondness for the man obvious.

“He named me Chara, but I go by Bridget anymore. I’m one of your many siblings. It’s time you woke up, sweetie.”

Fifteen

mythsandmonsters:

ofviolentdeath:

Fifteen shot glasses were lined up on the bar, each one filled with an old moonshine. It had been his mom’s favorite, but Chayton couldn’t stand the taste. Each year another shot was added to mark another year gone with out here.

“Bottoms up,” he mumbled, more to himself than anything before picking up the first shot and tossing it back with a grimace.

“If liver damage is what you’re aiming for, there’s plenty of ways that taste a lot better than that stuff, sweetheart.”

She wasn’t trying to be facetious. She’d seen enough people come through the bar over the years to know when someone wasn’t drinking for the fun of it. She wasn’t particularly skilled at sympathy though, even when she was trying to be.

“No asked ya, Gyps. Ain’ for the tas’e,” he grumbled, clearly a little bitter. He hadn’t known his mother all that well, honestly, but she had taught him how to control his shit and that… That had been more than some kids got.

He waa always a bit of an ass at this time of year.

Snow

millennialgothic:

She’d had the same dream her entire life, or at least for as far back as she could physically remember. The house was broken and destroyed by fire, all the internal walls and floors disintegrated and gone, and the roof had long since caved in, exposing the cavernous ruin to the elements, letting in the snow that mixed with the ash, charred wood fragments and shattered glass that littered what used to be the basement floor.

Among the debris lay a man, sleeping or dead, she couldn’t quite tell, but he looked frail and half starved and there was an unshakable feeling that she knew him somehow, but she was hesitant to try to wake him, so instead she just knelt by him and waited. This was always how her dream played out, waiting, but he never woke before she did, so she never got an answer.

She expected the same thing to happen again, as it always did, but she was broken from her patient vigil by the sound of soft footsteps crunching in the snow and glass behind her.

Bridget had gotten the location out of her uncle, even if he hadn’t exactly wanted to tell her. She just had this feeling that she couldn’t shake. One she had never been wrong about before. It was, after all, how Talyse had been found.

Still, nothing had prepared her for what she found. The girl looked absolutely lost in the cold and it broke her heart a little. Her father was such a space case when he was asleep, but she couldn’t fault him.

“You’re a long way from home, little one,” she said softly, offering a hand to what she could only assume was her little sister.