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Two-Parter Post!
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Inty is in her and Gabriel's bedroom, brushing her hair (it's a novelty! It used to brush itself!). If you're doing something interesting somewhere in the rest of the Cooper house, she might just swing by and poke her nose in. She does that.
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Dream post, take three! Come here for dream sequence threads!
Inty is in her and Gabriel's bedroom, brushing her hair (it's a novelty! It used to brush itself!). If you're doing something interesting somewhere in the rest of the Cooper house, she might just swing by and poke her nose in. She does that.
OR
Dream post, take three! Come here for dream sequence threads!
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Quite possibly, she already knows what ails him.
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Hairbrush: carefully set down on the bedside table.
Gabriel: not-very-carefully-at-all glomped the heck out of.
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"I don't," he says fiercely. "I wouldn't. You know I wouldn't."
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Because this is her Gabriel, and not that other man who shades the memories of Claire and Eden like a malevolent spectre.
It's amazing how much difference seven years and a little bit of rainbow can make.
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Just outside the house, in the bunker Toph is making for the room-less people, she throws a fist to the ground and a staircase to the floor level appears in the ground in front of her, finishing her grand project.
"Hotel Toph is open for business!"
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There's a gap of a few minutes before Inty pokes her head out the door, smiles, and walks towards the bunker.
There's a little bit of hope in her step. Blind girls can't see rainbows. She might be able to pass for normal for a little while! Until she does something disturbingly perceptive again, anyways.
There's also, unfortunately for Inty, something just a little bit... off about her, like a hum in her vibrations - the tactile equivalent of rainbow-shrouded skin. Her nature won't allow her to get away that easily.
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Toph turns to face her, only to grin in pride, dusting her hands off with an air of completion.
"No need to thank me," she says.
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But there is beaming!
"Other people might, however. It's quite the accomplishment, and will be much appreciated."
A number of people no longer have to sleep on the floor. Inty knows from experience how much of a relief that will be.
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Toph stretches her arms behind her head and brings her hands to rest on the back of her neck.
"I can handle a little bit of hero worship."
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The world is cold and pain meets him at every turn, he can't move for the iron and the blood.
Can't allow himself to scream, won't so bites his lip and tastes blood while voices in the darkness laugh and Sherwood seems only a dream.
The whip cracks again and again bringing new pain while the Green of Sherwood is lost in blood and Robin is captured and its his fault.
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At last, thinks the landscape - glinting softly with rainbows. A dream of pain malleable enough for her to influence it for the better.
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He looks up and around and whispers, "Forgive me, ne'er meant to bring such pain to ye."
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"I ne'er broke, must tell Robin that, didna betray 'im."
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The city is a vast coral reef, this time, people flickering in and out of doorways and blowing bubbles, colourful flags and buildings and even the floor waving in the currents. The street she's running on is buckling, up and down and around, turning and twisting gently and nauseatingly.
The people who swim past are faceless, sleepy, but hungry.
Steph's trying to keep her feet and fight through the current, this time, and there's a roar of motorbikes behind her.
(Yes, underwater. Dream-Steph doesn't see anything wrong with this; that's just how it is.)
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"Hello," she says. Speaking underwater? In this dream? No trouble at all.
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They're standing on the road now, water-city gone and replaced by empty, deserted fields and a gas station that's bigger and solid-er than it was in real life, with a family cowering inside it.
"I didn't mean that, either. Am I going to keep making mistakes that get things killed, Inty?"
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The ground is cold, large squares of shining metal, big bolts at all four corners holding them down. Not ten feet in front, behind, or to the sides the light fades and all is black, making it impossible to tell what lies beyond, where they are save for the cold, lifeless floor.
But, from the darkness, grey metal begins to give way to color, brown.
Wet.
Dirt.
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Try red and orange and yellow, Penance, and green and violet and blue.
Ochre and indigo, crimson and cream - gold and cerulean -
The point we're trying to make here is that the floor is covered very obviously in rainbows.
Also, it loves you.
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After a moment, it's clear that there's a young girl sitting among them, with her back to Inty, and a baby in her arms, chewing on her wild hair.
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She approaches, head tilted curiously.
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Which becomes clearer when the girl turns around in reaction to absolutely no sound at all, catches sight of Inty and beams so brightly, there's more light coming off of her than the sun.
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