[OPEN] oh, the king

[sunderings]

Who: Sion & You!
Where: The Meshwork.
When: The duration of Chapter 4!
Summary: Dream catch all! From casting spells and engaging in shenanigans to escape match-meetings, to talking to your "other self", Sion's dreams are sporadic???
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence, spoopy imagery, possible (literal) self-sacrifice...!!

❶ You are running for the love of it.
❷ You sink and you cannot breathe, air catching in the throat and refusing to reach the lungs.
❸ You are happy.
❹ You tread upon a pathway comprised entirely of dango.

( all dreams are OTA and written in second person, Sion's POV. tags will be returned in regular third person! feel free to PM or contact me here if you'd like something specific. o9 )

Comments

note: julius isn't contesting him

[sunderings]

Then... Here, where the castle's grounds meet with the forest's edge, beneath the white-bark Aspen trees with leaves as golden as the dawn--...

[ His fingers curling about Julius' own in a squeeze, Sion finds that, more and more, the contact feels like a true connection; the completion of a link. ]

It will be our place until our days are done.

[ Eyes falling slowly closed, Sion's lashes fan silver against the curve of his cheek even as a gentle smile—fulfilled but melancholy, happy and yet touched by a sorrowful wish that at least Julius might escape the tragic fate that accompanied his curse—plays upon his lips. ]

...and perhaps even long after that, for I cannot imagine a time when we do not know one another, or a future where we are parted for long.

i'm laughing

[tousei]

You're very poetic.

[ Said slightly amused while he sits unmoving as if a statue, the motion coming easily to he who would become a tree in time. ]

There is little else I can do save for stay here and wait. I only wish I could have helped more.

[sunderings]

More?

[ Though his eyes remain closed, it is an easy thing, to glimpse the furrow of the King's brow; the disagreement with Julius' words that he needn't voice to make known. ]

How is it that you might have done more? You are here, you are present, and you are the one holding my hand. You...

[ Slowly, but surely, Sion's voice softens, drowsiness finally beginning to claim him: ]

...needn't feel at fault for simply being, Julius.

[tousei]

[ There are many things that he finds fault with in himself, but it's not the right occasion to voice it at all, no. ]

Then I will be here.

[ In both senses of the word. The 'with you' is left unsaid but implied. ]

Take a rest. I can wake you later.

[sunderings]

[ There is the barest nod of Sion's head in response, the thick plait of his hair spilling across Julius' lap as he gives into sleep, knowing the cool shade of the tree grove which sheltered them, the warmth of close proximity, and the curl of Julius' fingers against his own until—...

He wakes in Company quarters, golden eyes slitting open and fingers flexing as though he'd expected to have another's hand in his own, his posture curled like there should have been someone there with him. ]

Julius...?

[ —his voice thick with sleep, the Enforcer's name is the first thing to come to mind, though Sion does not understand precisely why.

Still, he is awake, and there is work to do. ]