eachdraidh | ( video ; seelie + unseelie )

(ooc: link to a video representation here! tw for torture/blood)

THE DREAM;

[ It starts of as nothing more than blackness and screaming, the sounds flickering desperately and the panicked breathing soon taking over. When Hermione remembers this moment it's the pain that surfaces first, then the panic, then the horror of her memories, but it takes so, so long for the memories to crawl out and be more than just echoed sounds.

Then there are visions, flashes of a face bearing into her own, whispering to her and a wand moving in front of her eyes, the sound of a curse echoing around her body as she screams with the pain, twitching. Her vision swims, now, from the agony, even as she lies through her teeth - and she is lying, desperately, not expecting to be believed but relishing the fact that even now, when she's on her back on a cold floor with a witch trying to Crucio her to death, she can protect her best friends.

It doesn't take long for the other woman to come back and take over Hermione's light of sight completely, leaning close and shouting in her face even as she tries to bite back desperate sobs. It's almost impossible, not with the ravaging pain that's taking over her, and it's not until the woman moves to the side and jerks forward, body twitching as she does something out of Hermione's vision but she still screams, body lurching and everything twisting as she tries to get away.

Everything is burning pain and agony and there's nothing she can do but breathe and try to keep going, despite her tears, desperate sobs that overtake the entire nightmare. The one word that echoes, over and over, is Mudblood; mudblood, mudblood, each hiss like a stab to her heart and another cut to her body.

Eventually, finally, the screaming is over, her voice is hoarse, and she's left just... Staring. Her gaze is a little fuzzy and distant, a little lost, and her hands twitch a little, her body readjusting to it's pain threshold being pushed too far, too fast, pulling all her energy out of her and leaving her worse for it. Eventually there are more whispered shouts behind her and a hand lifts, grabbing her, a knife pressed to her throat and her best friends in front of her, their lives on the line again and she'd failed --

and then she wakes up. ]

ADDED ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, text;

I don't suppose there's any way to get rid of this, is there? I'm sorry for anyone who had to see that. I'm truly sorry.

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[woah woah woooaaah not cool. even if it's not someone he knows super well, he doesn't like seeing anyone hurt, and definitely not tortured.]

are you okay

[ honestly, it takes her a little while to figure out what to even say; she's never had to do this before. ]

I'm fine. It was just a dream.

that doesnt make it okay though

[the bad stuff doesn't just go away because you're awake now. he's had enough experience with terrible demigod dreams to get that much.]

I'm coping, I think. I just wish it hadn't been this dream.

[ and she wonders, absently, how many people will believe it was a dream based on fear instead of memory - she doesn't want questions, no matter how proud she is. ]

[somehow it doesn't really occur to him that this could just be a creation of a scared subconscious. maybe it's because the details seem too consistent and real, or maybe he's just used to the alternative.]

do you have other bad dreams

[he doesn't really know her well enough to push the subject on hand too hard, beyond immediately making sure she's alright, but he can at least try to shift her thoughts away from it a little.]

[ well, she isn't going to complain about not being pushed. instead, she allows herself to go back into - well, this. it's easy. ]

Not as often as I might have, considering the things my friends and I have been through. Sometimes they happen, though. I suppose that's more just human nature.

[you're so much like annabeth in some ways that it's kinda scary.]

is there magic stuff that helps with that kind of thing? like potions or spells or whatever

[ one day annabeth and hermione will meet and the world will implode. ]

I think I might take some of the Dreamless Sleep potion I was brewing for a few friends. It'll sort me out.

[or improve immensely.]

that stuff isnt addictive is it

[ suddenly hp world and pjo world is unified due to shared brainiacs and their love of learning... ]

No, not especially.

then is it hard to make

[pure curiosity and idle distracting conversation, of course. no ulterior motives.]

Edited 2014-07-15 03:28 (UTC)

It's one of the easier potions to make, really, a lot like the sleeping draught. It's something we learned very early on in our school lessons.

so
would it be rude if i asked if you could maybe make some for a friend? [like actually for a friend. this isn't one of this "so i've got this friend" personal problem misdirection things.] i could find a way to pay you back for it

Of course not. I'd be happy to. Would it be something they needed every night or...?

id rather just see if i can convince him to try it once and see if it helps enough to make it worth your time

[not that he's doubting your potion-crafting skills. but if the fist he took to the face last time he tried to wake nico up from a nightmare is anything to go on, tartarus has some intensely serious aftereffects.]

That's fair enough. I have a few vials already made that I brewed for a friend. I could send one your way?

sure. i can just pick that up if itd be more convenient for you

[and maybe it'd be a good way to check in on you properly without trying to push for something more than a text conversation.]

I'm at the Station right now but I could apparate over.

apparate?

Magical teleportation.

oh
cool
yeah sure if its that easy for you

Just name a time and a place.

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