what dreams may come

[hermia-sophia.livejournal.com]

Morning, Wednesday September 17
Valmont and Hermia's apartment

Something is not right.

I feel it as soon as I wake up. Something…off. Like a note being played out of tune, over and over, jangling against the edges of my mind.

And then I step out of bed, and do not touch the ground.

I'm floating.

I sit swiftly back down on the bed before I fall - and, yes, I sit on the bed. That works. All right, now back out…one foot, and then the other…

…and I float again. Just a few inches above the ground, but most definitely floating.

Nothing else in the room is floating. Valmont is still there in the bed - and thank all the gods that he's all right! And Nestor is curled up in his corner, flailing away in some strange kitten-dream, but there and safe.

Chester, I think, sending out the signal as my fingers worry at the gold band on my wrist. Something is wrong.

I fall back onto the bed and reach over to shake Valmont's shoulder. "Darling," I whisper urgently. "Wake up."


[Open to Valmont first, then Glass, Chester, and anyone else in the vicinity of the Whitechapel]

Comments

[shards-of-alice.livejournal.com]

"Alice? Would you and your friend like to come with me?"

Valmont! I wanna run up and hug him -- he wasn't in his room and Hermia wasn't there either and I was scared -- but she's holding my hand tight so I don't. I just nod instead.

"Everybody's dreaming."

"Dreams are real."

I look at her and she's not looking at me. She's looking at Valmont. I don't like it, that look, but I swallow all the angry before it comes out.

"We gonna go fix it, Valmont?" I ask him instead, following along.

[valmont-vicomte.livejournal.com]

The girl sounds like Alice, and looks a little like her, too. But those eyes...

"Does your friend have a name, Alice?" I ask.

"We gonna go fix it, Valmont?"

"I hope so. Hermia has some ideas," I say, leading them out to join the others (http://estdeus-innobis.livejournal.com/467504.html?replyto=11734832).