sleeping beauty
she/her
25
July 15
lumiose city, kalos
bisexual
public relations
rising star
she looks like, if you bit her, honey and milk would flow from her
TAG WITH @luka
luka chêne
LEAGUE BARRACKS 3F
POSTED ON May 15, 2022 6:09:52 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","honey"] [attr="class","top"] [attr="class","main"] Though paxton concordas sets her down Luka remains at his side, as though glued there. Delicate hands grip his arm with surprising force as the dream mist overtakes them, a phenomenon that she finds herself sadly familiar with.[break][break] Plum is summoned to her side, but there is little the Musharna can do against the nightmares that manifest around them. The swirling pink of her own dream mist is quickly overtaken by that of the dream zone, like a pond swallowed by the ocean.[break][break] The hold on Paxton's arm is desperate now. Luka catches glimpses of his nightmares among her own, figures from a past she doesn't know and can barely begin to comprehend. The faces that haunt her are far more familiar but she's able to ignore them, Paxton's presence grounding her until he wrenches himself away.[break][break] "Paxton, wait! It's not real, it's not-" She reaches out for him, but frantic fingertips close around empty air. It's the sudden isolation that terrifies her more than anything else— she might be able to face this with a companion, but on her own?[break][break] You've been abandoned, a nasty voice hisses inside her head. Everyone always leaves you in the end. The whispered words echo through the dream zone as she staggers forwards, manifestations of the nightmare she lives with constantly. Who would ever stay beside a pitiful girl like you...[break][break] Whispered voices claw up her neck and into her ears like the buzz of insect wings. They drown out the voice that calls her name, the cacophony of others' terror around her.[break][break] But hope continues to shine where it's darkest. Amid the mist, just for a moment, she catches the glimpse of a celestial figure. It's a silhouette imprinted in her memory, a remnant of an old bedtime routine: fairy tales and a cup of warm milk, a soothing voice reading from a picture book. Wear this, her father had told her once, presenting a feather to her with a flourish. It'll keep the bad dreams from finding you.[break][break] Luka stumbles through the dream zone on her own, seeking out that familiar shape. She tries to ignore the pine box and bleeding lilies that swarm her vision, and the voices that follow her, clinging to the hem of her skirts.[break][break] She doesn't find Cresselia. Instead, she falls right into CIAN MAHER's waiting arms.[break][break] "Cian?!" she gasps out, seeking the familiar face like a sanctuary. Her hands grace his face, palms on each cheek and pinching slightly. His skin feels flushed under her hands, a bit of stubble prickling her wrists— but most importantly, he feels alive.[break][break] "Sorry. I just had to...t-to make sure you're real," she explains needlessly. The words stick in her throat as she chokes on her fear. "Why are you- never mind. W-we need to get everyone out of here..." [break][break]
- sees Cresselia[break] [attr="class","bottom"]  [attr="class","name"]luka chêne [attr="class","subtxt"]I don't know anything with certainty,[break]
But the sight of the stars makes me dream [attr="class","credit"]
milky
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A STRENUOUS CLIMB UP never ending stairs return them to the first floor. the CURATOR leads them back without much conversation. any questions or comments are met with disdainful rebukes, placing the blame on them for trespassing in the first place.
as employees and visitors flood out of the entrance, you’re able to discern several shady figures slip around back. they weave through the sea of people, seemingly blipping out of sight when it becomes too hard to pass. 
