Two-Parter Post!

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

EITHER

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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[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

Gabriel is quite definitely awake when he arrives in the bedroom. You can tell by the temper tantrum.

Quite possibly, she already knows what ails him.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Quite possibly, yes.

Hairbrush: carefully set down on the bedside table.

Gabriel: not-very-carefully-at-all glomped the heck out of.

[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

Gabriel clings.

"I don't," he says fiercely. "I wouldn't. You know I wouldn't."

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't," she agrees, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his shoulder comfortingly.

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.

[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

"Say it in rainbows," he pleads, because they're the absolute truth and what if he changes? Because Claire said that the him she knew was older, and he can feel Inty's certainty but he needs to hear it out loud.

[runaway-bandit.livejournal.com]

How's this for something interesting?

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!"

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

It is very interesting, yes.

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.

[runaway-bandit.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, it's not as weird as the man who can turn into a rat.

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.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

"Then I won't."

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.

[runaway-bandit.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well."

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."

[will_scarlett]

In time Will ends up sleeping in a bed and plunges into the dark.

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.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Sherwood may be only a dream, but this is a dream, so the green of leaves and the song of birds should not be entirely unprecedented. Everywhere he's not looking, cold and dark turns to warm and sunlit.

At last, thinks the landscape - glinting softly with rainbows. A dream of pain malleable enough for her to influence it for the better.

[will_scarlett]

His breathing changes and Will smiles, Green deep in his eyes as he sees home/Sherwood and the iron falls away.

He looks up and around and whispers, "Forgive me, ne'er meant to bring such pain to ye."

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

The forest, which for the moment is Intuition, manages to silently convey a sense of peaceful forgiveness.

[will_scarlett]

Will's back still bleeds as he sits in the Green, thankful and tired, the guilt is still there and hurting, but its less now,

"I ne'er broke, must tell Robin that, didna betray 'im."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph is dreaming again, curled up in the front seat of the Landrover.

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.)

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

And then Inty's there, holding her hand and moving with her, helping her along.

"Hello," she says. Speaking underwater? In this dream? No trouble at all.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Inty!" Steph beams, delighted, and squeezes her hand. "I'm so glad to see you."

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

"And I you," Intuition replies, returning squeeze and beam with equal delight.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"I made two bikes crash and they blew up the gas station," Steph says, turning suddenly in a whirl of a too-big cape and boots five sizes too big for her feet.

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?"

[verb-not-noun.livejournal.com]

Penance sleeps, curled up in a cove of her tunnel that she dug herself - carefully curled, sharp fingers buried in the earth to keep from hurting herself in the night. Her eyes close and she sleeps deeply, quietly, like a child put to sleep.



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.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Brown?

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.

[verb-not-noun.livejournal.com]

It does. And the metal gives way to rainbows and grass that breaks it's way through, and the light grows and grows and grows until it really is a field and there are rainbows everywhere, and a sky so blue it almost hurts to look at it, with brilliantly white clouds floating gently. There are trees and birds and flowers and a ways away from them, there's a small herd of goats.

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.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Tough to have your back to the entire landscape, but Inty isn't surprised to find herself suddenly corporeal.

She approaches, head tilted curiously.

[verb-not-noun.livejournal.com]

People have to be corporeal in this dream. It's very important.

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.