* STAB.

@artiificed​ asked:  ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . / from basil.

Sleep was hard.

It was like cutting cold turkey, but if you needed at least a little turkey to survive. It was moderation over addiction. Despite how much he wanted to stay in bed, to fall back into Headspace and wrap his arms around idealized younger friends. That’s not what was good for him. That was not healthy.

However, dreams were split between that idealistic and terrifying. The harsh gripping nails of terror. Eyes staring down at him, accusatory in their gaze. However, he is trapped. He looks down at his hands, and blood covers them. His skin turning horrendous. He’s turning into a beast. No, a monster. No. He already was. The outside was just matching the inside.

A shout, and he’s being squeezed. Mari is killing him, she’s getting her revenge finally. It’s what he deserves, it’s what his punishment is.

However, it is not death that meets him. Only consciousness. Eyes shoot open, and he fights for a moment before the familiar smell of floral and grass float around him. Basil. Of course it was Basil. He was staying over. He wasn’t in Black Space, he wasn’t in the grips of guilt.

@lostbasil​ asked:  “Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?”

What   would   he   say   ?

What   a   question.   Sunny   frowns   quietly,   eyes   flickering   to   the   side.   What   could   he   say   to   his   sister   ?   If   she   was   in   front   of   him.   If   he   could   say   one   more   thing   to   her   before   she   fell.   Before   his   hands   pushed   her.   Before   they   faked   her   end.  

Tears   were   difficult   for   Sunny.   Years   of   fighting   them   off,   a   mental   block   from   the   truth.   Any   tears   that   could   have   fallen   have   long   passed.   A   mourning   period   that   he   didn’t   get   to   participate   in.   He   pulls   his   knees   up,   burrowing   his   face   against   it.   It   took   far   too   long   for   him   to   come   up   with   the   words.   Sunny   closes   his   eyes   for   a   moment,   hesitation,   before   he   takes   a   breath.  

Trust   in   Basil   allows   his   mouth   to   open,   for   words   to   spill   out.  

“   That   I’m   sorry.   That   I   should   have   told   her   about   how   I   felt.   That   if   I   had   said   something,   then   it   wouldn’t   have   gotten   to   that   point.   That   I   still   love   her,   and   it   was   all   a   stupid   accident.   I’d   never   do   that   to   her,   it   was   an   accident.   “

A   hesitation.  

@psychamancy​ asked:  ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them .

nonverbal prompts   /   accepting.

It was a bad day.

Sunny couldn’t really say why. Perhaps it was the way that the wind carried the scent of a familiar flower. Perhaps someone had talked about a picnic on the bus. It could have been any numerous tip offs.

Or it could have been none of them. No one said recovery was easy. It got easier, with time. With support. However it was never a straight road. You stumbled, and sometimes fell. Perhaps that was what Sunny was doing right now. Falling.

It made him miss the Dreamscape. The fake escape that he had created in his dreams, that he had spent the last four years exploring, that he ( no, Omori ) knew like the back of his hand. However, he had promised himself never to fall into that destructive habit. It had withered him away, stolen that time away from his life.  

It didn’t mean he didn’t miss the escape it provided from the memory of harsh stares and rough voices. From a broken body at the end of the stairs, from something that stared from the break in the trees.