💭 - An ordinary dream

🎀 - A dream that left them feeling happy

☔ - A dream that left them feeling upset

🌈 - A dream from their childhood

🗯️ - An ordinary nightmare

🐛 - An intense nightmare that made them wake up in a cold sweat

⚰️ - A dream/nightmare that featured someone no longer in their life

🌡️ - A fever dream

📿 - A dream your character believes is prophetic

👁️‍🗨️ - A lucid dream

"Where did you get those flowers?"

Violet glances at me. "Which flowers?"

"The ones on your desk." I elbow her discreetly. "I saw them when Garrick and I brought in your new armoire."

A blush spreads on her face. She looks down determinedly at her dinner but not before a quick glance at the leadership table.

No. Did she and Xaden finally ...?

I bite back the smile as the rest of our squad sits down.

****

"Okay, Mairi. Why did you drag us here?" Garrick folds his arms across his chest and Bodhi raises an eyebrow.

"Did you notice the flowers on Sorrengail's desk yesterday?"

Garrick's brow furrows. "No ..."

"Xaden picked them for her."

Both their jaws drop.

"We're talking about Xaden Riorson, right?" Bodhi asks. "My cousin? The man who never showed an ounce of softness once to Catriona?"

I nod smugly. "Got it confirmed from the source. Man got violets for his Violet."

He shakes his head slowly, as if he still can't believe it. Garrick, meanwhile, is rubbing his hands with glee.

Xaden was up early.

Well, honestly, sometimes it was hard to tell the difference between being up early and not having slept. He'd woken up from a nightmare around 3:30 and never gotten past staring at the ceiling and spiraling. Eventually he gave up and got himself out of bed so he didn't have to worry about waking Imogen up.

(Garrick, of course, could sleep through almost anything.)

On his way down the hall, he heard a sound like a child fussing and thought it best if he looked in the kids' rooms. If he couldn't sleep, he might as well make himself useful. Now that they were settling in the big house, they had them in two rooms so nobody was alone. Lyn's bed was empty, but that was normal since they'd moved.

Will and Avery were both asleep in their rooms. Poking his head into the open door of Bodhi and Ridoc's room, Xaden noted that Lyn was curled up into Ridoc's side.

He heard that small fuss again and it wasn't behind him, so that left only one other option. Tucked inside Violet's room, Claire was just starting to wake in her crib. Before her mother could stir, Xaden picked up the baby and took her intothe hall.

Wandering down to the kitchen, he used a flicker of magic to heat a bottle for Claire and sat down in one of the cozy sitting room chairs. The spells on the fireplace flickered to life, warming the room enough that he was able to doze while Claire ate.

She dropped the bottle when she was done, startling him awake again. It was just past five on the mantle clock, and Xaden shook his head to clear it. He burped Claire and wiped her face, then took her back upstairs and tucked her back into her crib.

When he opened the door to go back into the hallway he startled to find a figure there. Gwen, he quickly realized.

"Why are you up?" he asked her gently.

"I woke up to go potty and Lyn wasn't in her bed so I was looking," Gwen said, trying to look around Xaden.

He redirected her. "I saw her a little while ago in Uncle Bo's room."

"Oh. She's safe?"

"Yep, sound asleep," Xaden agreed. "How about you?"

Gwen hesitated. "I was kinda scared. Kinda still scared." She looked up at him. "How come knowing she's okay doesn't make me feel better?"

"I wish I knew," he answered. "Do you want to go back to bed?"

She shook her head no.

"We could go downstairs and start breakfast?" he offered, and that brought some light back into her face. "Yes please. C'n we make blueberry pancakes?"

"Blueberries aren't in season but I think there's chocolate chips we could use," Xaden offered, following her down the stairs. She ran her hands along the wallpaper on both sides of the stairwell.

Xaden gave her a glass of milk and let her help measuring out the pancake mix and crack the eggs. He poured out the batter for the first couple of pancakes on the stove while she made patterns of chocolate chips in the bowl. When he'd finished, he set them on a plate and then poured out the next few.

"Do you want to eat first?" he asked.

"Yes please," she said again. "Can I spray them?"

"Spray?" He blinked. "You'll have to show me."

Gwen ran over to the fridge and got out a can of whipped cream, and suddenly that made sense.

"You can spray a little," Xaden said. "Not so much you can't eat them, though."

"Brekky?"

Xaden looked up. Will was in the kitchen doorway now. He swept his son up into his arms and gave him a big hug, trying to chase away the last of his nightmare.

"Uncle Xaden!" Gwen called just as Xaden caught the smell of burning pancakes. He carried Will over to the stove with him and set his son on the counter as he pulled the pancakes off with the spatula, hoping they were salvageable.

"I'll save these for myself," he murmured, putting them aside on a plate. "Do you want a pancake, Will?"

"Cake, yes!"

"No, not- well, okay, I suppose it's close enough," Xaden shrugged. He started another batch of pancakes and yawned as they bubbled. Will demanded to be set down on the floor, and then he wanted his own milk, and then he shoved his whole hand in the whipped cream tower on Gwen's plate--

"What's burning?" Garrick asked as he joined them, immediately taking up Xaden's place at the stove. He flipped the pancakes, studying the blackened side.

Xaden yawned again, watching Garrick. "Sorry, I'm a menace this morning."

"Go back to bed, honeybear," Garrick told him, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. Go back to bed. Imogen could use the company. You're not the only one who can handle things, remember?"

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃

oo1. ' Find that inner strength now! '

oo2. ' Fight through every pain now! '

oo3. ' What do you live for? '

oo4. ' What do you wish for? '

oo5. ' What do you fight for? '

oo6. ' A vision of what is to come that cannot be outrun. '

oo7. ' What sort of imminent threat does he/she/ pose that I cannot avoid. '

oo8. ' If you don't end him now you'll have no one left to save. '

o9. ' Please don't make me do this! '

o10. ' The blood on your hands is something you won't lose. '

𝙸𝙼 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙽

oo1. ' You're as old as he/she/they was/were when I left for war. '

oo2. ' Will these actions haunt my days? '

oo3. ' Is the price I pay endless pain? '

oo4. ' How could I hurt you? '

oo5. ' But when does a comet become a meteor? '

oo6. ' When does a candle become a blaze? '

oo7. ' When does a man become a monster? '

oo8. ' When does a ripple become a tidal wave? '

oo9. ' When does the reason become the blame? '

o10. ' Forgive me. '

𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳

oo1. ' The problem's not the distance, it's what lies in between. '

oo2. ' My kingdom is waiting! '

oo3. ' (loved one) is waiting for me! '

oo4. ' So full speed ahead! '

oo5. ' We've run out of supplies to eat. '

oo6. ' Curse the war; our food store's depleted. '

oo7. ' Watch where the birds fly; they will lead us to land! '

oo8. ' Look! There in the distance, I see an island! '

oo9. ' I see fire but there's no smoke. '

o10. ' Give me 'til sunrise '

𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝙼𝚂

oo1. ' You can relax, my friend. '

oo2. ' I can tell you're getting nervous '

oo3. ' Think of all that we have been through! '

oo4. ' I know that you're tired of the war and bloodshed. '

oo5. ' Look at how you grip your sword '

oo6. ' This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms! '

oo7. ' Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart! '

oo8. ' No matter the place, we can light up the world '

oo9. ' I see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart '

o10. ' Greet the world with open arms! '

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳

oo1. ' Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you? '

oo2. ' I see you changing from how I've designed you. '

oo3. ' Have you forgotten your purpose? '

oo4. ' Maybe one day I'll reach him/her/them. '

oo5. ' If there's a problem, he/she/they'll have the answer. '

oo6. ' I know you're watching me. '

oo7. ' How can you see through my spell? '

oo8. ' I was lying and you fell for my bluff! '

oo9. ' If you're looking for a mentor, I'll make sure your time's well spent. '

Inspired by this meme, which was in turn inspired by this meme.

something written about your character by one of the evanuris

something written about your character by fen'harel/solas

something written about your character by evanuris loyalists

something written about your character by fen'harel's rebels

something written about your character found in the vir dirthara

something written on a statue dedicated to your character

something written about your character during the titan war

a memento found in a spot important to your character

a memento of an object important to your character

something written about your character's greatest regrets

something written about your character's proudest achievements

something written about your character after a battle

something a spirit (specify nature) would say about your character

a note/letter found in your character's pocket

propaganda written in support of your character

propaganda written to oppose your character

a recollection/note of your character's first thoughts after the veil's formation'

a recollection/note of your character's first thoughts after waking from uthenera

rebellion-aligned specific

something written about your character by the lighthouse's cooks

a note by your character found in the lighthouse

something written by your character before/after vallaslin removal (or deciding not to remove it)

something written by your character as they are looking to the future

something written by felassan about your character

evanuris-aligned specific

something written by your character about the rebellion

something written by your character expressing doubt in the evanuris

something written by your character expressing faith in the evanuris