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ataraxion2013-08-10 12:33 pm
unsoldiered) wrote in ataraxion2013-08-10 12:33 pm
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∟004 ► Voice | after four luscious days of dreaming bliss
[Alex hasn't exactly been the best at sleeping since -- well, since before his brother died, really. There's his time in the hospital where they had him knocked out on medications, but he honestly has a hard time remembering any of that. Too busy living in his own little world, mostly. Since Silent Hill? He's not a fan of sleeping, period; having a few hours is good enough, and if Heather ever poked him in the direction of sleeping pills he'd have to pass on that for a number of reasons that's hard to really talk about, even with her. He's not too proud of his stint with psychosis.
But talking in general is getting easier (and maybe he should hit up that Irene chick for her heart-to-heart she asked for; maybe he will). Just like... sleeping has. In fact, he wakes up ten hours later with his eyes practically glued shut and has to roll himself out of a dreamy lounge. The dreams were good -- Josh alive and not cold and blue-lipped, Elle hugging him and inviting him out to the lake -- Murphy and Heather, acting as if nothing bad had ever gone wrong in their lives, meeting him for dinner somewhere. He dreams about living here in the ship, happy, content. Dreams that Josh would come here like so many of the dead do, and he could apologize and pray he'd forgive, and they'd get to try again. And he'd do it right this time.
Just... good things. Good -- no, great things. Even with his contentment in staying on this ship, if only for the family he's made... he hasn't been this fucking happy in a long time. Asleep, anyway.
Alex just can't bring himself to think good things just happen here. Not four for four.
A borderline disgruntled voice comes through in an entry, belonging to a scowling face.]
Okay... ever since the jump, my sleep has been really great, and I've been having good dreams that I've never had before -- no signs of monsters or creepy shadows or... crappy life issues or anything that I usually have to work with; it's all really damn calming and I actually like all of it. Hell, I've been sleeping more than I ever have since coming on board. Since before that, even.
[.....]
Something's not right here.
But talking in general is getting easier (and maybe he should hit up that Irene chick for her heart-to-heart she asked for; maybe he will). Just like... sleeping has. In fact, he wakes up ten hours later with his eyes practically glued shut and has to roll himself out of a dreamy lounge. The dreams were good -- Josh alive and not cold and blue-lipped, Elle hugging him and inviting him out to the lake -- Murphy and Heather, acting as if nothing bad had ever gone wrong in their lives, meeting him for dinner somewhere. He dreams about living here in the ship, happy, content. Dreams that Josh would come here like so many of the dead do, and he could apologize and pray he'd forgive, and they'd get to try again. And he'd do it right this time.
Just... good things. Good -- no, great things. Even with his contentment in staying on this ship, if only for the family he's made... he hasn't been this fucking happy in a long time. Asleep, anyway.
Alex just can't bring himself to think good things just happen here. Not four for four.
A borderline disgruntled voice comes through in an entry, belonging to a scowling face.]
Okay... ever since the jump, my sleep has been really great, and I've been having good dreams that I've never had before -- no signs of monsters or creepy shadows or... crappy life issues or anything that I usually have to work with; it's all really damn calming and I actually like all of it. Hell, I've been sleeping more than I ever have since coming on board. Since before that, even.
[.....]
Something's not right here.
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[He relents with a sigh at that — because yeah. It's better. And maybe he should just accept a small good thing and prepare for the worst in the meanwhile. Hell, maybe they're just lucky and something got slipped in their crappy blue goo. Who even knows.]
That's true. Good things can be kinda hard to come by, sometimes.
It's just — been surprisingly nice lately. After the pirates and all that, kinda' feels like it's peaceful.
...
Minus the passengers being crazy half the time.
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[He tries to roll with the punches...though the Tranquility can punch him pretty hard.]
Forgive the personal question, but what are these dreams about?
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Mostly.
[A small grin, a bit rare for Alex.]
They get you through the other stuff, so that's that's important. Maybe someday we can get this place to run like it should, get people home while the others who stay behind can actually relax for a sec.
Guess that's mostly just part of my dream, but even I can be an optimist sometimes.
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Is there such a thing as having luck in unlucky situations? I might have that problem.
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I'll consider it for future events.
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