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[ashenscipher]

Who: Bitterblue and Po
What: dealing with nightmares
Rating/Warnings: Maybe some warning for mentions of past abuse


The dreams that were made of real memories were terrible. Dreams that her mind conjured up from ideas and imagined fears were awful of course; but, in the end, much more easily dismissed, because they were not real. They had not happened.

The dreams she woke up from that were rediscovered memories were the worst of all. Like bubbles trapped, forgotten in the holes her father left in her mind, finally floating free to burst their heart breaking truth on her consciousness. She never knew when a memory would come back to her, but every time, even in sleep, was like a punch to her stomach.

This was one of those nights.

Bitterblue woke up crying, and when she realized it was more than just a dream, she cried harder. Her father was dead these almost ten years and yet he still managed to cling to the life struggling to rebuild the world upon the unsettling foundation of the ashes of his memory.

All Bitterblue could think was Why? A simple question with no definable answer.

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[totesafightinggrace]

One advantage of a mind-reading Grace was knowing when he was being comforting or helpful to his friends. Po could feel clearly that his hug and his words were grounding his cousin; it was important that he keep hugging her until she was feeling less frightened and that he keep talking to her until she could work through what had given her such fright. Bitterblue, as one of the very few people who knew of his Grace, had the option to simply send all of her thoughts directly to his mind and unburden herself without even having to speak. But sometimes, that wasn't necessary; someties, speaking was an important part of processing the fear.

"A memory," he echoed quietly back at his cousin. "Of Leck? Would you like to tell me, Beetle?"