#distinctdottincss

Cho shivered, pulling her scarf more tightly around her (as if that was really going to help matters). 

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ginny is shaken awake as her best friend climbs out of the hammock, and quickly stretches an arm out to grab the blonde’s wrist. she needs to wake luna up, make sure that she doesn’t accidentally leave the  s a f e  r o o m.

❛ luna, wake up. ❜

she sits the rest of the way up, mostly awake by this point. the hand around luna’s wrist is joined by a hand on the opposite shoulder, and ginny shakes lightly, trying to wake the girl without the rest of the scared children in the room screaming out.

❛ c’mon, lune. wake up. ❜

finally, she wraps both arms around the girl in a hug, and squeezes gently. luna needs to be woken in a nice way; needs to not be afraid in that space between dreaming and seeing clearly. the nextfew words are whispered into the sleeping girl’s ear, ginny praying that she will wake up without a struggle.

❛   and some things don’t require any knowing at all. ❜

she responded in a sing song, a serene smile on thin lips. a bright blue quill in slender hands, luna stared dreamily across the room, gaze wandering from one book back to another, wondering if any of those writers were looking once at now even older books, thinking about this just as well. history always repeats itself. her mother had said so once. all luna would wonder about at times was if it also repeated itself in the small things.

                                                                   ❛ what if TIME is a circle ? ❜

❛ those things are the best ones. ❜

it’s the honest truth, and then luna comes out of her short trance to say the words that catch ginny utterly off-guard.

                                        ❛ i think we wouldn’t know unless we lived an awful long                                           time. you’d have to be old enough to recognize it, and by                                           that point, everyone would just think you’re a crazy old bat. ❜

with distinctdottincss ;; continued from here

distinctdottincss:

                                It was a bit sad, to break away, unwrapped from warm arms.                                            Of a stranger’s maybe, but yet they had felt nice, something                                            steady && strong. The sheets were to thin to hold a thing like                                            that. A Hospitel. Could be, yes.

    ❛ Alright.❜

                                           The pillow was not cool enough to dim the throbbing pain down,                                            a beast back in her head. She was afraid if she would close her                                            eyes, it would devour her whole. For now it was just a swishing                                            tail, a dwelling sensation. And beyond that, nothing at all.

❛ I hope they find something.  At the moment I’m failing at it.❜

                                Eyes were directed at the curtains, the shadowy valleys && the                                            bright waves rippling through the wind-moved cloth. The girl                                            tried to breathe in the same rhythm, but it was too difficult,                                            the breeze too unsteady. Still, she wouldn’t close her                                            eyes. If she was to choose between the beastly                                           darkness or the blinding white around her,                                            she’d decide for the latter while she waited.

Valkyrie was reluctant to leave the room, to leave her alone, but the sooner the healers could run some tests, the better. A last look at Luna, as if to confirm to herself that she would still be there  ( and relatively unharmed )  once she returned, then she stood up and walked to the door, murmuring some reassuring words before she went in search of a doctor.

                                   “ I’m sure they will. I’ll be back in a minute, ok? ”

When she eventually did find someone responsible, the man would barely even talk to her,  just followed her to Luna’s room with as few words as possible.  “ Any information about this is restricted to her immediate family. ”   was the only answer she got, and Val wanted to punch him.  ( Or someone. Something. )  He even told her to wait outside while he talked to Luna and the more minutes went by, the more nervous she grew. Eventually, the doctor left, and Valkyrie was allowed back inside, nervously wringing her hands.

with distinctdottincss ;; continued from here

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A little bit of pressure, a tiny bit of Valkyrie’s warmth.  It was enough to banish the dizziness that dwelt in the  pit of her stomach, the nightmare only as dark streaks  behind her eyes.

                       ❛  Just a bad dream.❜

       It was an ease to say that.  It had been, it was now        behind her. Over, just another shadow in a corner.        Now, now the day was spread before them, even        if tasks awaited. Better than this shadow, anyway.

 And yet there was time, not even the pale gold of the  morning was there, night still spread across the new  day as if in an embrace, not a sound to hear but their  breathes && the whispering of the blanket as Luna  curled beside her friend, bright eyes shining faintly  in the dark.

               ❛ If we had a spider here she might                  catch && eat them.       We should                        look when there’s enough light.     ❜

There was concern in her gaze as she observed her friend, but Valkyrie knew that there was barely anything she was able to do --- if she could, she would personally chase the nightmares away  ( and give them a beating, too, just for good measure. )  but she couldn’t, and it made her feel guilty all over again. Pulling Luna back into her arms, Valkyrie gently squeezed her shoulder.

                       “ Yeah, I noticed. ”                And after a slight hesitation, quietly, barely a whisper:                                        “ Still. ”        

               ( How’d that one saying go? Fake it till you make it. Valkyrie                   knew that pretending would not solve anything, especially                   not something like this --- but she also knew that sometimes,                   believing it would be okay one day would --- well, not make                   it such, not necessarily, but it might make it  b e a r a b l e.                                                                         Somewhat. )

Instead of saying this, though  ( it would be unfair, even cruel, she found, at least right now, ) she changed the topic with a slight frown.                         “ You mean spiders eat bad dreams?                            That’s kinda ironic, though, isn’t it?                            Considering how many people view                                      them as their personal nightmares. ”

                ( A moment of silence, then a small smile spread on her face and she said: )