"Let's avoid that, then," Sheena says, her tone a little forced but still lighter than before, as she settles back down. She tilts her head to watch him as he falls silent, curious about the flashes of light as they start to increase. They're impossible to miss now as they speed up, but--?
From there, it all happens so fast.
"Zelos? What's wrong?" she asks, leaning forward as he tries not to groan, and then --
The dreamspace changes around them, suddenly, and Sheena leaps to her feet, unsure of what's happening but certain that something has gone wrong. There's a soft gasp as she recognizes their new surroundings - why Derris-Kharlan? Had her memories somehow colored the dream, by accident this time? - but that train of thought dies abruptly as she takes in the man in front of them, hand pressed against a star the exact shade of Zelos's ether.
The man jumps just a little as he makes eye contact with her, and something about that expression is familiar, but --
-- She knows that face, she thinks, but just forming the thoughts through the wrongness flowing through the emotional link is a struggle, never mind picking it apart to understand why --
"Who the hell," she starts, squinting, but the buzzing in the back of her head cuts her off, and she can't tell who it originates from but she can see that Zelos has doubled over next to her, and everything is so wrong. The man pulls his hand away from the star like it had burned him, and he vanishes, Derris-Kharlan's ghost hanging on only a second longer before it's gone, too.
For a second there's nothing but static in her eyes and ears, too loud to hear anything else through, and then Sheena wakes up with a wordless shout. Unseeing, she shoves her way out of her bedroll, up on her knees to where Zelos had been sleeping next to her to reach for him.
GET THE FUCK OUT THIS IS A PRIVATE DREAM
From there, it all happens so fast.
"Zelos? What's wrong?" she asks, leaning forward as he tries not to groan, and then --
The dreamspace changes around them, suddenly, and Sheena leaps to her feet, unsure of what's happening but certain that something has gone wrong. There's a soft gasp as she recognizes their new surroundings - why Derris-Kharlan? Had her memories somehow colored the dream, by accident this time? - but that train of thought dies abruptly as she takes in the man in front of them, hand pressed against a star the exact shade of Zelos's ether.
The man jumps just a little as he makes eye contact with her, and something about that expression is familiar, but --
-- She knows that face, she thinks, but just forming the thoughts through the wrongness flowing through the emotional link is a struggle, never mind picking it apart to understand why --
"Who the hell," she starts, squinting, but the buzzing in the back of her head cuts her off, and she can't tell who it originates from but she can see that Zelos has doubled over next to her, and everything is so wrong. The man pulls his hand away from the star like it had burned him, and he vanishes, Derris-Kharlan's ghost hanging on only a second longer before it's gone, too.
For a second there's nothing but static in her eyes and ears, too loud to hear anything else through, and then Sheena wakes up with a wordless shout. Unseeing, she shoves her way out of her bedroll, up on her knees to where Zelos had been sleeping next to her to reach for him.