lifeaftr | from when i wake the want is (closed)

Who: Yasha, Molly and Beau
What: The girl is back in town
When: Start of September
Where: Xhorhouse, in the middle of our street
Warnings: None yet, will update if necessary

(Yasha wakes up in her bed, as if she had never left it. And in her mind, by all accounts, she hasn't. She's just woken up after a strange dream, one that is barely clinging to the edges of her memory. If she shuts her eyes she can see it: a dark shape on the horizon. Her, standing on the edge of what felt like a cliff, staring into the distance.

A rumble, not of thunder. The earth, shifting underneath of her feet. Yasha frowns, and pushes herself up slowly in bed, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. When she recreates the darkness like that on the backs of her eyelids, she can see the shape again, sharp and mysterious. Growing ever closer to her.

And then she woke up. And now she is here.

She wants to talk to somebody about it.

Jester is pretty good at dream interpretation. Or at least, it seems like she may have read a book about that before. Molly might know something too, though he's more into the cards than he is into dreams. Yasha gets dressed a little haphazardly, still thinking about all of it as she pulls on a singlet and pants, gathers her hair into a haphazard ponytail at the nape of her neck.

It's pretty silent in the house, and that's odd, but in the moment she doesn't register it straight away. She meanders into the kitchen, and starts to pick around for any food, looking for something to eat. That's where the first person into the kitchen after her will discover her: eating an apple, and staring sleepily out of the window at the waves, her elbow up on the bench as she chews, and thinks.)

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[Nobody say a goddamn thing about one (1) show of affection. Not a single one of you. If people look at her she will explode immediately, even as the squeeze sends warmth up her arm, lets her feel it in her heart.

So y'know, time to ruin that.]

It's a good house? Really? But y'know, not about us if it's on fire.

[At least she's kind of grinning about it? Is it a joke? Who knows, Beau Is Trying.]

It's... what we make it, anyway. Just a house without anyone in it isn't anything.

[ He's so pleased right now, just gently leaning to Yasha and not-watching them be all disaster lesbians. He's not a subtle as he wants to be since his tail is wagging, but he tries. ]

It is a good house! It has our weird family in it.

[ Pat-pat on Yasha's shoulder. ]

So tell me, dear. Do you feel any different at all?

Well, I can always get new friends but getting a new house at this point seems hard.

(Yasha is also trying.)

... That was a joke.

(And– failing. She wants to grab Molly's tail to make it stop wagging because he is being so incredibly obvious right now but that would mean letting go of Beau's hand and she isn't ready to do that yet.)

I– oh, I have to tell you about my dream. I was standing on a cliff side and watching the ocean. And there was a big rumble, but it wasn't thunder. Everything was shaking, and there was something in the distance... something really big. And dark. It was coming towards me, and then I woke up.

[It's cool Yasha, Beau's got you. Or specifically she steps on Molly's foot for his catlike tail flicks and grin to match. Look ma, no hands needed, can keep holding Girl. Flawless.

At least Yasha brings her something to think about, and she makes a face at the description.]

Well that's just, really, really vague. But if it wasn't a storm, what was it, the ocean coming to fight you?

[Haha. Well. Don't tell her she isn't wrong on that one.]

[ Ouch. Beau, you bitch! He's just gonna slide a bit to the side of Yasha so he can lean on her shoulder and be out of reach from fucking monk stomps.

It also gives them more room to be holding hands, so maybe he's not all that upset about it. ]

Huh. That's a new one.

[ Molly says instead, curious about what had been going on for Yasha during the 'time' she had been gone. ]

Was it a cliff side here or in Exandria?

(It sure does, it really... exposes it, honestly, because their clasped hands aren't hiding behind Mollymauk anymore. Yasha last another thirty seconds, and then gives Beau's hand another squeeze and lets her go. The group hug has long since expired anyway.)

No, it was here.

(Is that weird? Should she be dreaming more of Exandria than here? Yasha frowns.)

I thought... that maybe it was a new island. Coming closer. But it didn't feel right, it felt like everything was going wrong.

[The fact Yasha holds on is surprising, but Beau just doesn't draw attention to it and lets it happen as she moves. It doesn't mean she moves back, though, keeping in with the closeness of the conversation and not crossing her arms to block herself off again.]

We can't usually, like, see the islands coming though right? They just show up. How could you have seen something that we never get to see, unless it's... I dunno, crashing into us? Assuming that's not what happens to the other ones.

Sometimes dreams are just dreams.

[ Not that he really believed that, considering this place's track record. ]

Or maybe the Stormlord was trying to get through to you somehow. Either way, we should keep our eyes open.

(#deep)

True. It didn't feel like just a dream though. (Felt like it meant something, or was supposed to mean something. Was this dream supposed to slot into her time spent here perfectly, remind her of something? Perhaps somebody is trying to give her a message.)

Maybe. (She misses the Stormlord. It's strange, not to hear from him here.) I don't think that he can reach me here, though... unless...

(Unless he hasn't been trying. But Yasha is trying not to entertain that notion.)

Probably not something we can act on unless we get more than that. But we should remember it's there.

[Beau isn't always the most practical, but seeing as she has no idea on this front, it might be easier to shift it aside. Something to take note of at least.]

At least we'll see it coming. Or, probably.

I can't believe I'm agreeing with you.

[ Fake sigh. ]

Either way, it's good to know that people come back sometimes.

(Yasha reaches out to give Molly a good-natured pat between the horns.) It's good for you to be agreeable sometimes.

(She's only sort of joking.)

Yeah... I hope it doesn't keep happening though. I don't want to disappear all the time. Molly, will you sleep in my room tonight and see if it happens again?

Eeh, fuck that, we can all fit.

[Somehow, she finds the mirth to invite herself, even when it feels almost strange to do so. But fuck it, she's not staying alone with both of them here.]

C'mon, we'll figure it out later. I want breakfast.

I am always up to sleeping with you, darling.

[ He smiles at her and slinks an arm around her waist again to hold on to her. ]

I won't let you run off that easily. Plus, if we have Beau on the other side, you'll be flanked by two whole people who love you. Weird dreams can just fuck off!

[ See, Beau? See how nice he is to you?? ]

(Oh, that's nice. She leans into him a little, then immediately leans away when he drops that into the conversation, like he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to the both of them. She has to have a better talk with him about his meddling.)

Molly, (she says, exasperated, embarrassed, and completely unable to look at Beau (who had been the one to bring up the idea of them all sleeping in the same room together, she has not forgotten that)), cut it out– I'm–

I... just don't want to disappear again and worry you both. That's all.

[Beau doesn't even react in any outlandish kind of way when Molly makes his statement, her face unmoving and her posture still as lax as ever. All she does is, almost as if on instinct, is move to walk past them and step directly on his foot in a motion less like walking and more like pointed stomping. Fight her right here, Molly. Right here.]

Okay, okay, less talking, more eggs. Beds will still be there tonight.

[But she is blushing a bit, which is why she's taking a swift walk to collect something to cook on and keeping her head buried away from them both. Just. Shhhhh, it's fine.]

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wrap this up??

kk

omg one more. M O L L Y

slaps one more on here also because GOD MOLLY