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[ on the other hand.... nightmares are nothing new to rapunzel. she's been having them intermittently ever since her hair grew back. but the dreams always circled back to her hair, or the rocks, this is an entirely new situation for her. for once, she's not seeing it through her own eyes -- but someone else's entirely. what's happening is familiar though --- watching someone die while she (he?) is helpless to stop it. desperately wanting to fix it with her-- his --- own power, and it all being for nothing. death is inevitable. love can't stop it. ]

[ rapunzel wakes up gasping, her eyes wet with tears. ]

Okita --- no --- please, don't! Let me fix it, I have to fix....

[ it was so immersive it takes her a moment to realize she isn't a sword, and that she's now awake. pascal hugs her cheeks, patting her to try to get her to calm down. ]

[The dreams are unfamiliar, and dreadfully confusing. He's her, but he isn't, all at once. He sees what she saw, feels what she felt--but what is a family? What is this sort of love? It doesn't make any sense--and it hurts, on top of that.

Helplessness against loss, though... that much he intimately understands. But comprehension, it seems, doesn't make the pain any easier to bear. If anything, this strange form of love makes it even worse.

It's her voice that rouses him, and he jerks into consciousness without realizing his hand is already on his vessel. He sits up, and nearly overbalances, half-expecting the weight of all of that magical hair--he catches himself at the last moment, but he still looks a little disoriented when he looks at her.]

Eh-- Rapunzel-kun? What...?

Okita.....

[ she sobs, again, still stuck in the moment, grabbing the skewer yasusada gave her -- which is the closest thing that she physically has to a vessel (and yeah, it's near the bed. she has been taking it seriously after all. ]

He's gone, he wouldn't use me, and then he couldn't---

[ okay, now it finally dawns on her. ] Wait, I was.... dreaming? But that wasn't my.... that wasn't me.

Eh-- you dreamt about Okita-kun?

[Predictably, that's what his attention is drawn to first. Memories of his own--dream? Memory? What was that?--still swirl around inside his head, but even half-awake, his mind automatically focuses on his master.]

What did you see?

He was dying. I saw him dying. He was sick, and then...

[ a beat as she tries to get herself together. ]

Yasusada... you served him, didn't you? He was your master?

[Something in Yasusada's face seems to shift, at that--he looks away, covering his face under the guise of rubbing sleep out of his eyes.]

Yes... that's right.

Then.... did I....

[ was it a dream? memory? ] This is going to sound crazy, but.... I think I was seeing things through your eyes.

...Then that was...

[Finally, Yasusada forces himself to shift his focus, reviewing the strange things he'd seen in his own nightmare.

He certainly didn't recognize either of those people, though his emotions at the time had been so intense that he'd clearly dreamt otherwise. But try as he might, he can't concentrate on that--he needs to know what she saw.]

Wait, you... said you saw him dying?

Yes. He-- it was slow at first, because he was sick, and he wasn't --- he wasn't using you, and then..... he wanted to use you to ... kill a cat...

[ frankly, what the fuck. ]

And he didn't have any more strength left.

catch-all - Rapunzel

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