#emsgraceward

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For the most part, he'd learned how to handle the nightmare on his own. No, it never changed, and it never got better, and it never stopped, but he was able to stop himself from crying out in fear in the middle of the night. And then he noticed the changes.

It started just the same as it always did, with the icy feeling of water threatening to fill his lungs. He was never in his right mind to question why the nightmare didn't just recreate the exact event and fill his lungs right away, why it was content to torture him with the surface of the water lapping at his chin, why it insisted on making his throat feel raw even though he was certain he wasn't making any sound. The one difference this time, or at least the one he noticed, was that he most definitely wasn't in the med pod. The walls around him didn't leave enough space for that to make any logical sense, and the enclosed area wasn't even the right shape. In addition, the walls didn't look like walls at all, but bricks and stone cobbled together until they created a barrier between the inside and the outside. Of course, as soon as some of the smaller details made themselves clear, the entire scene seemed to take on a new sense of clarity.

"Help me!" The voice didn't belong to him -- the logic that survived through the fogginess of his dream state confirmed that -- but it was his voice. He'd seen enough of his mother's old home videos to know that much, but that didn't mean it made sense. "Grant, help!"

Barry Allen FTW

RIGHT?! I was like really Barry really?? XD okay then. 

               "Emma.        Just...don't go buying              out any toy stores, okay?"

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2. It’s the first “snowfall” of the season and what was supposed to just be a light flurry turned into an ice storm and now my muse is stuck at your muse’s house with no electricity.

It was the first December snow while Skye was spending her time with Emma at the latter woman’s place. It was nice. They were drinking coffee, listening to some music, gossiping - basically all stuff women do but - as Skye’s luck would have it - all of a sudden the stereo went silent and the room - dark.

"Shit!" She cursed - extremely loudly so and looked outside the window. "Fuck all the goddamn forecasts!" Skye kept rambling because what was supposed to be a gentle portion of snow turned into a decent ice storm.

"How the fuck am I supposed to get to our apartment now? Jesus Fucking Christ, if the reception got down too, your brother will be scared shitless, Ems…!" She had to, of course, go state the most obvious thing, because ever since the incident in Malta two months prior Grant was less than willing - or pleased for that matter - to let Skye out of his sight for more than two hours - even when she was visiting his sister. "Why can’t I go with you, Skye?" He would always ask her and she would only roll her eyes in annoyance.

Monday :)