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in the night it comes

WHO: Lydia Martin + open
WHAT: Dreams, nightmares, etc etc
WHEN: Day 83-88
WHERE: In the land of nod
WARNING: Werewolves and deaths and lots of screaming and some bite attacks

NOTES: Catch all post. Specific dreams in comments. Come in and add your own. Add days in for a timeline?

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It's dark. There's goal posts far at the end of the field, grass that is still slightly damp beneath her feet. Lydia can see it coming this time but she can't move. Her dress is already torn, muddied and bloodied from the attack that is to come, and clearly already had. She's terrified - visibly so. All she wants is to move, to be able to go. To be saved.

"Lydia?"

She isn't his Lydia -- or maybe she is, but dreaming is strange and unfamiliar to him. Regardless of whether she knows him or no, he is here. Daneel approaches her swiftly, reaching to take her hand.

"We must get you to safety."

Though where safety is, he cannot say.

This time Lydia remembered him. His name was there, somewhere in her head, but she couldn't bring it to mind just yet. But she was at least relieved to see him - he was familiar, and calming. He'd been kind to her when she'd arrived (despite everything) and he'd helped her more than she'd acknowledged. And now he was again.

"How are you here?" It was a question that would be answered at a better time - there wasn't really time now, Peter was coming closer, and quickly - not that he looked like Peter Hale, it was a wolf - a big wolf.

When she felt his hand she grabbed it. Lydia was afraid, she didn't want to be but she was - her memories of this event, and the setting giving her the fear. But they had to go.

How is beside the point, at the moment. With her hand in his, Daneel turns to run, letting Lydia run in front of him, his own body between her and the wolf. Whether a wolf that size is a match for robotic strength is a mystery to him, whether he's dreaming or not, but he won't concern himself with that unless it becomes necessary.

"Go. I will not let it harm you."

There's a nod, and a little bit of trust. Lydia doesn't let his hand go, not wanting to lose the security she's feeling from him, not wanting to get lost in her nightmare again.

She could hear their feet on the grass as they ran, and the loud padding of the feet of the wolf behind them as it chased. Although she didn't quite dare to look she risked a glimpse, seeing it gaining steadily. The wolf was fast - the werewolf was fast, one of their things.

Lydia didn't want to get hurt, not again, but she didn't want him hurt either.

"It's getting closer."

It starts out with a burned face, large, filling her vision. The face is zoomed out but the person it belongs to, someone completely burned, begins walking towards her. It reaches out to her, hand almost touching her face as it begins to change - the burns healing almost instantly, the person returning. Lydia recognises him, as equally disgusted and afraid. She remembers what he did, all of it. And he makes her afraid.

Bruce doesn't know where he is, but he knows he needs to be afraid of the man coming closer to them, him and Lydia. His heart quickens, fear mounting, and he doesn't think about needing to hold that back as he edges his way in front of Lydia, blocking her from Peter.

"We should run." Her fear is bleeding over into Bruce, clouding his judgment, but this is perfectly acceptable dream logic. So many of his dreams involve running, running, hiding. He wants to pull Lydia away.

Lydia sees him, both of them. Bruce and Peter. There's a calm that she wants to feel from another being there but what she feels about Peter blocks that. His words register, Bruce's. Peter never talks in her dream - not yet, at least. And she wants to run, or to scream until she wakes up (that's what usually happens) but she feels mesmerised.

"He won't let me." Lydia's ran before but she somehow ends up - if not there and then (she wakes instead) but another night when the dream returns, as if he's keeping her there.

Bruce's heart beats a little faster at that, and he eyes him again, but no; he's not a little kid anymore. He doesn't need to be afraid of his father, which is dreamily the perfect reason for why he'll stand up for Lydia now, adrenaline racing and gluing his feet to the spot.

"Then we face him," he says calmly, but he's not calm. Not at all. He glances over his shoulder at her, and then holds his hand out to her.

The fog covers everything, the branches only poking through when Lydia walks close to them. It's a haze. She's looking around, constantly, arms wrapped around himself. She's never liked the woods during the day and at night? After being lost in them for days she doesn't ever want to go back (but at least she's clothed). In the fog Lydia can't see her footing, her foot catching on a branch sticking out of the ground, causing her to fall with a small scream as she does.

Angels are strange things - he's more at home in the fog and woods, so his footing is sure. Raphael almost seems to just appear from the fog and reaches down, his head cocked to one side in an all too birdlike manner. "Here. Where you injured, or just frightened?"

Lydia hadn't expected the hand, or the friendly-sounding voice that accompanied it. She simply stared up at him for a moment before reaching her own hand out to take his, letting his leverage help as she pushed herself back up.

"I tripped." Although frightened she was - dark and fog was never a combination that kept many nerves at ease. "But I'm okay. Thanks."

He didn't mind helping her up, and glanced over her to make sure she wasn't injured.

"You're welcome. Why were you running?"

"I don't like the woods." There was more to it, however, and whilst Lydia may ordinarily keep that extra bit to herself, in the dream however it didn't stay quiet.

"There's something in there." The what Lydia doesn't know. It might not even be anything but she ran from something before, and she's running again.

"I'm rather fond of them, but if there is somewhere you'd rather be, we can leave." Raphael had figured this out enough to be comfortable moving about, even if he was uncomfortable dreaming. "Regardless you are safe with me."

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in the night it comes

( o n e ) the bite

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sorry for suckyslow!!

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( t w o ) peter hale

Day 83 I guess?

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( t h r e e ) the woods

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