saoirse quinn
she/her
twenty-eight
october 27th
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
executive
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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POSTED ON May 1, 2024 0:01:16 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","lulu"] [attr="class","top"] in dream-shred’s embrace, as he attempted to comfort her over her unconscious dog, her shoulders went rigid. she was not much of a hugger — except for a rare few lately, and only those close to her heart.[break][break]
but Shred Zeppelin did not know her, really. like miss flynt in his own dream, his idea of her was just that. ’wise, powerful, and beautiful’ were high expectations.[break][break]
how dare he love her so? how could he?[break][break]
the clang of breakfast startled her awake. she jumped again when she noticed real-shred sitting next to her on the floor. how long had he been there?[break][break]
”did you have the dream too?” she asked over miserably-eaten mochi, before watching in horror as he was summoned along with others by their ruthless warden.[break][break]
her eyes homed in on the rock he was expected to lift. it was all a sick joke. still, she hadn’t the power to resist the toxic chain that choked out laughter at his attempt.[break][break]
”i wasn’t laughing at you,” she’d assure him later. or at least, she hadn’t meant to. ”it was this damn chain, i think...” though over time she would find she resented it less and less, in those earlier moments, she was able to speculate.[break][break]
”that dog pokemon looked surprised to see whatever that boulder was.”[break][break]
days went on, or felt like they did. though she’d evaded beatings in the first round of the pit, she was not so lucky the next time, nor was she spared from the humiliation of the laughing hour after so many wounds.[break][break]
let me burn, she’d told shred. and burn she did.[break][break]
eventually, their suffering waned for a trip to the chamber of desires, where she too was forced to peer into the wellspring mask:[break][break]
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through the steam of the shower that burned her skin after, she stared distantly, quieted by the vision of her ever-changing desires. she would not only escape that prison, but rocket too, and the world itself.[break][break]
however, by halfway through the week, it began to feel like somehow, it was not escape that would get her there. she was right where she ought to be. the never-rot would aid her in her wishes.[break][break]
until she slept, when the chain on her mind was loosened, and like others, she was free for a time.[break][break]
she explored, with a greater sense of purpose and determination, towards the center of the city. on her way, she would run into Cillian Quinn as he searched for rockets. the sentiment was mutual. they would all get through it together.[break][break]
perhaps only together.[break][break]
she discovered the azelf suspended in the strange liquid, and first met with Amor Rose, to find he shared her theory on the tera crystals as a way out — but they’d all need to wish it in unison.[break][break]
going to communicate the idea to others, she found priam conrad first, lingering near the azelf too.[break][break]
”priam?” it had been a while. ”that mark… you’re connected to azelf…?”[break][break]
she wondered if priam was an avatar perhaps, but there was no time to interrogate him.[break][break]
”you know—never mind. we need to sway the tera crystal in our favor. head scientist rose agrees that if we all wish for an escape from the prison and for azelf to awaken, we may be able to change things on the other side!” her words were hurried, and she was leaving as quickly as she’d headed over. ”wish for it, priam! wish hard, and wake it up!”[break][break]
as their time in dream megalopolis waned, she urgently shared the theory with others she could find. she even called it out at Greyson Connors from across a street, before disappearing down an alleyway.[break][break]
it was there that she bumped into someone else she’d been looking for: dream Shred Zeppelin. she had to tell him, before they awoke under the toxin’s spell again.[break][break]
”there you are. listen, we’re running out of time. there’s an azelf over there.” she pointed towards the central skyscraper. ”we need to wake it up…”[break][break]
as with priam, and greyson, she’d share the theory: that they all needed to work together, and set aside their differences — at least, for a painful but small amount of time.[break][break]
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