Day 59, Season Fall, 513 AV
"Something happened to me in your dream, didn't it, Rinya," Like Rinya predicted Jorin caught on fast. But he hadn’t figured out why, she could feel indecision clearly, as though he couldn’t make up his mind. "Did you dream about the hospital? When I was hurt?" Even as he said it, he didn’t sound as though he was convinced in the question. She mused that if she could hear the thoughts in his head, it would probably be a jumbled mess. She could easily imagine Jorin being the kind of person capable of hanging onto several ideas at a time. He was an artist after all.
"Rinya, what exactly happened in that dream? How badly was I hurt in it?" Rinya could help but laugh slightly. It seemed he finally gave up trying to read her mind, which was both good and bad. She preferred it if he just asked her things straight out, but it also meant she was going to tell him… everything. The simple fact was ‘hurt’ didn’t cover it. Wasn’t even close. Jorin shifted, holding her close again, but took her hand, pressing it back against the skin of his chest directly over his heart. While Rinya enjoyed the feeling of his heartbeat against her hand, she knew even that wouldn’t keep the entire imagery from pulling at her mood.
"I still remember what you said to me, the first night we made love," Rinya pulled her head back slightly, looking up at him the best she could in the dark. His words and the feeling of his hand holding hers to his chest made her breathe catch in her throat. A prelude to Jorin’s coming words—he had that tone that said everything, but there was always more. "Feel that? My heart? It's yours. Always has been. And it's still beating strong, for you, no matter what you saw in your dream." Rinya inwardly groaned. He was great at distracting her; words that made her want to forget her dream entirely and focus on him alone. There was a familiar snake of desire curling along her spine. It didn’t matter how many times she heard the same words in different ways, they always affected her the same way.
"Please don't be scared, Rinya. I'm right here. What happened to me in your nightmare?" This time she did groan. One moment she wanted to kiss him senseless, the next she wanted hit him. ”If you want me to tell you something don’t start so romantic. It’s distracting…” There very little heat in her voice as she groused at him. Though partly she knew she was trying to avoid saying anything at all. Dropping her head back to his shoulder, Rinya let her mind wander back to the nightmare.
”I ran, from Nickolas. I ran home. And I don’t mean home to my father, I ran here. It was a seamless transition from Sylira to Riverfall—like they were naturally connected. But you weren’t home and it was dark already… it didn’t cross my mind to really bother checking. I can’t even remember why I didn’t bother; it was… a simple reasoning. It made sense. I just went to go change and try and get comfortable to wait for you.” Rinya shrugged her shoulder slightly. It had been so simple. Going home and waiting for the one person who mattered now. It was supposed to be an escape. She sighed heavily.
”There was a sound coming from your room, and I… just decided to go check. There was so much light all of sudden, even though it was still dark outside but I barely noticed it at the time.” Rinya bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her mind from jumping far ahead of her, trying to avoid the whole dream entirely. ”After the Glassbeak attack, they kind of… filter into my dreams now and then. But never like this…” Despite how warm she had become, it wasn’t warm enough to cause her skin to break out into a new sweat—this was just caused by her nerves. Even though it made no sense as to how a Glassbeak got into the condos—much less Riverfall’s gates—it had just been so vivid.
”It was in your room Jorin. And the blood was everywhere…” It didn’t matter that none of it made sense, the shock and pain of the simple idea was enough to cause her to tremble, even with Jorin so close, so very much alive. It was still painful now, though nowhere near as crippling as before. Her heart raced and she tried to focus on reality instead of the dream swimming behind her eyes. Really, she was surprised she hadn’t screamed. She certainly had in her dream.