[Blue is quick, though memories are always quicker; he's moved to her side, fingers on her temple, another hand gently grasping hers. his will pours in, unnoticed, and seeps into that awful and distorted night.
he hates learning things like this – that children as young as he was still must endure horrors. but resenting doesn't change the fact, nor the task he's set for him.
Dracon beam light flashes, then flares, all-encompassing as Blue pulls at the scene, and imposes his own. hostile light glares, then eases to the gentle mimic of daylight.]
What's wrong?
[it's a small child's voice – much younger than either of them. the little girl's watching as she lifts the ball off the artificial grass.
there's a lot of it – a field of it, enclosed under a massive dome of pearly pastels and lights from unknown places. it's warm, without a breeze or scent of earth.]
Are you sad?
[the question is as much for Blue as it is for Collette; it's a conversation in memory, after all. it's happened before. his hands are unseen, supporting her in this moment, gently smoothing the monsters off her skin.]
no subject
he hates learning things like this – that children as young as he was still must endure horrors. but resenting doesn't change the fact, nor the task he's set for him.
Dracon beam light flashes, then flares, all-encompassing as Blue pulls at the scene, and imposes his own. hostile light glares, then eases to the gentle mimic of daylight.]
What's wrong?
[it's a small child's voice – much younger than either of them. the little girl's watching as she lifts the ball off the artificial grass.
there's a lot of it – a field of it, enclosed under a massive dome of pearly pastels and lights from unknown places. it's warm, without a breeze or scent of earth.]
Are you sad?
[the question is as much for Blue as it is for Collette; it's a conversation in memory, after all. it's happened before. his hands are unseen, supporting her in this moment, gently smoothing the monsters off her skin.]