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.

[He lets out a sad gasp at this. He doesn't know her well, but this was awful.] Hermione! Please tell me you're okay.

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

Tried.

[ that's all luke's going to say to that. he tried and he failed — the son of hermes is full of disappointments, similarly like father, like son. he thinks hermione will get it, even without so much as him detailing or even specifying what he's responding to first. did he try to wipe his own video from the network and no one else's? did he try to pull hers down? he'll leave it for her imagination to pick at and fluff up. but it's the word he hears whispered, over and over, and sees scratched into her arm, that reminds him of their own conversation, of him sensing mudblood hadn't been a term of endearment or even a proper title to describe the different blood types in the fucked up community hermione lives in. not even he, with his lack of knowledge of the words that are derogatory within her own world, had felt comfortable even saying it upon their first meeting. ]

[ he sends another text, him no longer seemingly ignorant toward what had been stolen from her and placed on display without her consent. it's the war she speaks of — and it's the woman who clouds his vision of hermione, but doesn't so much as muffle her own piercing screams, that has him as angry as the gods. despite his own past of being able to build kids up when they're down at camp, he doesn't know what to say to hermione to make it all better — there's really nothing one can say. ]

[ except he thinks it's best to take a page out of jason's book, the one he had tried to rip between his fingers when he'd called him out on the network, and at least let her know, without so much as saying so, he's here. a pillar of support when he refuses those who wish to gift it to him. ]

Sabrina's a dick.

Would you wish for company?

Oh, no, Legolas, it's alright. I don't want to be a pain.

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

I'm alright! I'm fine. Thank you, Peeta. Really.

It is no bother to me at all, unless you wish solitude, but if not, call on me and I will come.

And I thought I had some not so fuzzy thoughts. You okay?

[ Well, this isn't what he was expecting to find tonight. Even with the strange things happening in the sky, they were all normal. He doesn't even have to stop to think to respond. ]

There's nothing for you to apologize for. They did it on purpose, so it's probably not the type to go away... But that's not important right now. Are you okay>?

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?

Well. Not being alone might help.

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