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( hao doesn't dream too often — or, if he does, he doesn't remember them. this one, though? it's vivid.
every day in the mansion feels even more tedious than the last, boring in a way that even an eight hour day of college classes can barely compare to. at least at school he had extracurriculars to look forward to. baseball games. basement parties. killing monsters and collecting their bounties with a smile on his face.
that's probably why he clings so hard to this dream, determined to stay asleep. the slight squish of the polymer grip at the handle of his baseball bat as he tightens his grip on it feels as real as anything — the splatter of blood as black as tar across his face as he swings the metal spike-laden barrel down against the face of the pathetic demon laying on the ground in front of him, its screams ear-piercing and absolutely fucking delicious. hao can't help but laugh as he continues raining blows down on the creature, again and again, drenching himself in its blood. kind of loving it.
— except for the fact that it doesn't seem to want to give up and kick the bucket. hao's wide, toothy grin starts to fade, anger flashing across his face. ) Fucking die, you piece of shit.
every day in the mansion feels even more tedious than the last, boring in a way that even an eight hour day of college classes can barely compare to. at least at school he had extracurriculars to look forward to. baseball games. basement parties. killing monsters and collecting their bounties with a smile on his face.
that's probably why he clings so hard to this dream, determined to stay asleep. the slight squish of the polymer grip at the handle of his baseball bat as he tightens his grip on it feels as real as anything — the splatter of blood as black as tar across his face as he swings the metal spike-laden barrel down against the face of the pathetic demon laying on the ground in front of him, its screams ear-piercing and absolutely fucking delicious. hao can't help but laugh as he continues raining blows down on the creature, again and again, drenching himself in its blood. kind of loving it.
— except for the fact that it doesn't seem to want to give up and kick the bucket. hao's wide, toothy grin starts to fade, anger flashing across his face. ) Fucking die, you piece of shit.
[Gideon is no stranger to violence, in dreams or outside of them. However, he can’t really say he’s a fan, and this is…a lot. Really quite excessive, if you ask him. In general he’s been trying to be careful about altering things in the dreams he’s wandered into here, but this dreamer seems frustrated and Gideon is in a position to help.
With just a thought and a gentle push of his magic he’s able to alter the scene a little. The demon that was screaming a moment ago, is now quiet and still. Seemingly dead, as Hao requested. Except, if he were to look closer he might notice that it’s a dummy. The features are generally the same but it is now and oversized stuffed doll. A toy.
A toy that is now bleeding rainbow glitter instead of crimson blood.]
Is it dead enough?
With just a thought and a gentle push of his magic he’s able to alter the scene a little. The demon that was screaming a moment ago, is now quiet and still. Seemingly dead, as Hao requested. Except, if he were to look closer he might notice that it’s a dummy. The features are generally the same but it is now and oversized stuffed doll. A toy.
A toy that is now bleeding rainbow glitter instead of crimson blood.]
Is it dead enough?
( hao's hyperfocused, beating the damn thing with his bat over and over again, even a few times after the change happens and — he visibly snaps out of it, the end of his bat resting against the ground, brow furrowed as he tries to understand ... what the fuck is going on here. that was definitely a demon a second ago, and it was definitely wigging the fuck out. and now ...?
he wipes his cheek with the back of his hand, even more baffled when there's just a smear of rainbow glitter when he looks back down at it, taking a few cautious steps back from the creature —
suddenly, there's a voice.
hao flinches (which will piss him off later, thinking about how someone was able to actually catch him off guard — he's supposed to have good instincts for this kind of shit!!) and turns around to face gideon, both hands gripping the neck of his bat, looking ready to swing at any moment. ) Who the —
What the fuck just happened?
he wipes his cheek with the back of his hand, even more baffled when there's just a smear of rainbow glitter when he looks back down at it, taking a few cautious steps back from the creature —
suddenly, there's a voice.
hao flinches (which will piss him off later, thinking about how someone was able to actually catch him off guard — he's supposed to have good instincts for this kind of shit!!) and turns around to face gideon, both hands gripping the neck of his bat, looking ready to swing at any moment. ) Who the —
What the fuck just happened?
[Gideon blinks slowly, glancing from Hao to the demon glitter doll, the very image of guileless bemusement, as though he didn't just have a hand in causing the scene to change.]
It died?
[Very helpful response. And kind of true. In a way. The demon is no longer a living thing. That basically means it died, right? Inasmuch as things can die in dreams, anyway. Gideon feels like it should count.]
It died?
[Very helpful response. And kind of true. In a way. The demon is no longer a living thing. That basically means it died, right? Inasmuch as things can die in dreams, anyway. Gideon feels like it should count.]
( hao just fucking. stares at the boy before him for a long moment, not sure if he's more pissed off about how cute he is or how nonchalant he's acting about the whole thing, like an ugly godforsaken screeching demon turning into some weird little doll and covering him in glitter is normal.
this dream is getting weirder by the second. )
Yeah, no. That's not — ( how a demon dies!! it's annoying, stumbling over his words a little, because he's supposed to be confident in this one thing above all else. maybe this is actually some kind of weird upside-down nightmare, actually. brow furrowed, he eases up, lets the tip of his bat rest back against the ground. )
Was that magic?
this dream is getting weirder by the second. )
Yeah, no. That's not — ( how a demon dies!! it's annoying, stumbling over his words a little, because he's supposed to be confident in this one thing above all else. maybe this is actually some kind of weird upside-down nightmare, actually. brow furrowed, he eases up, lets the tip of his bat rest back against the ground. )
Was that magic?
[Gideon continues to be calm and nonchalant about the whole ordeal. After all, in dreams nothing is really strange. Anything is possible.
He waits patiently for Hao to collect his thoughts, tilting his head slightly at the question.]
Oh, well, yes. Probably. Demons…or is it a monster? [If he’s honest, Gideon isn’t sure how to classify the creature.] Either way, they’re usually magical somehow, right?
He waits patiently for Hao to collect his thoughts, tilting his head slightly at the question.]
Oh, well, yes. Probably. Demons…or is it a monster? [If he’s honest, Gideon isn’t sure how to classify the creature.] Either way, they’re usually magical somehow, right?
No, I mean — I know how demons — ugh.
( okay, this is definitely a nightmare, because hao's starting to doubt himself, which is not something he does. had there ever been a monster at all? had he ever even felt the hot spurt of its blood on his face? it's unsettling.
instead, it's time to change the subject, quickly deflecting: )
Who the hell are you, anyway? Aren't you only supposed to see people you've seen before in your dreams?
( okay, this is definitely a nightmare, because hao's starting to doubt himself, which is not something he does. had there ever been a monster at all? had he ever even felt the hot spurt of its blood on his face? it's unsettling.
instead, it's time to change the subject, quickly deflecting: )
Who the hell are you, anyway? Aren't you only supposed to see people you've seen before in your dreams?
[Oh. Well. This is a little unexpected.]
You know this is a dream?
[This makes things...well...interesting. And perhaps easier. But also somewhat awkward, all things considered. Gideon usually isn't quite so careless. Maybe this place has made him a little complacent.]
You know this is a dream?
[This makes things...well...interesting. And perhaps easier. But also somewhat awkward, all things considered. Gideon usually isn't quite so careless. Maybe this place has made him a little complacent.]
[it takes him a few minutes to respond because...well...he's kind of grieving at the moment. Again.]
I would certainly try.
[Though the fact that something was actually able to take down Parisa is concerning. She's one of the most powerful people he knows.]
Who is it?
I would certainly try.
[Though the fact that something was actually able to take down Parisa is concerning. She's one of the most powerful people he knows.]
Who is it?
[Does "wolf" mean the same thing in Westeros as it does in his world? Gideon isn't sure, but also his best friend here is (or was) Parisa who is terrifying, powerful and a woman so this is probably fine.]
I can't say I've met her, but if she's comfortable with this, then I don't mind.
I can't say I've met her, but if she's comfortable with this, then I don't mind.
[ left at gideon's door is parisa's purse, after its contents have been reviewed for evidence. folded under it is a note from aemond; my sympathies for your loss. ]
Hey, congratulations on puncturing the veil between the living and the dead, by the way.
That answers two of my follow-up questions.
I'd say it's weird that I'm still having so much trouble getting through to spirits [ That doesn't sound right for talking about their fellow guests who've died these past few weeks. "Enspirited people"? "Differently manifested"? ] but I think that's the "game" at work.
I'd say it's weird that I'm still having so much trouble getting through to spirits [ That doesn't sound right for talking about their fellow guests who've died these past few weeks. "Enspirited people"? "Differently manifested"? ] but I think that's the "game" at work.
Well, duh.
( hao frowns, leaning his weight down on his bat, looking around at the scenery around them. )
It's like the town my school is in, but, like — not? I dunno. ( he points at the restaurant across the street. ) That place isn't even there in real life, it's in, like, Disneyland. And that's not a dead end. There's lots of weird little ... differences. Kinda fuckin' uncanny. But I've been to this place before a bunch of times while dreaming.
You haven't been here, though. ( ahem! )
( hao frowns, leaning his weight down on his bat, looking around at the scenery around them. )
It's like the town my school is in, but, like — not? I dunno. ( he points at the restaurant across the street. ) That place isn't even there in real life, it's in, like, Disneyland. And that's not a dead end. There's lots of weird little ... differences. Kinda fuckin' uncanny. But I've been to this place before a bunch of times while dreaming.
You haven't been here, though. ( ahem! )
[Yeah, that sounds about right for dreaming. Gideon knows because he's been wandering through dreams his entire life. He doesn't say that, though.]
Well, I did just get here.
[It explains why he hasn't been here before the most cryptic dream-like way possible.]
I can leave if you like.
Well, I did just get here.
[It explains why he hasn't been here before the most cryptic dream-like way possible.]
I can leave if you like.
[ At some point in the afternoon, just as Matt's last breath leaves his body, a small golden light appears in his room. It's about the size of a marble, and instantly, it flutters through the air as if on an errand it knows well. Walls and locked doors are no impediment to it, as it isn't strictly solid, and it leaves no trace behind it.
Eventually, the little bauble finds Gideon. It winds and dances around him, gentle as a summer breeze but insistent all the same. If he follows it through the halls, the light will direct him to a folded slip of paper with his name on it. ]
I wish I had kissed you.
Matt
Eventually, the little bauble finds Gideon. It winds and dances around him, gentle as a summer breeze but insistent all the same. If he follows it through the halls, the light will direct him to a folded slip of paper with his name on it. ]
I wish I had kissed you.
Matt
[ slipped under the door is a plain envelope with a simple invitation card, with a likewise direct message. on the back, written in legible print that is not aemond's handwriting, is a message: gifts not required! your presence is gift enough.
ooc | this is just for ic reference purposes! regarding the age: the hotd age timeline is a pain in the ass so he's just celebrating it twice. feel free to handwave or thread out as desired! 🔥 ]
ooc | this is just for ic reference purposes! regarding the age: the hotd age timeline is a pain in the ass so he's just celebrating it twice. feel free to handwave or thread out as desired! 🔥 ]
[ aemond drops gideon's slice of cake personally, because it's been a while since they've interacted in private, but his friend is not in his room when he comes by. this is all right; he leaves gideon a note, writing with a green pen: ]
I just missed you. May this be to your liking.
[ the double meaning escapes him, even long after he's left gideon's room. ]
I just missed you. May this be to your liking.
[ the double meaning escapes him, even long after he's left gideon's room. ]
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