Basilisk (Dark Ominis Gaunt x OC gothic romance)

119: Rêver de Loup

~~????~~

"You are far too caring for them." A dark voice said in the black void. "When they do not deserve such treatment. Look how they bicker and argue amongst themselves!"

"They fight because they do not have the means to feed themselves, or produce the water they need to survive! If they have those things then they will surely not argue!" I tried to shout back, but being the youngest my voice was rarely heard or taken seriously.

"I respect the affection he has for them." A woman's voice, soft and sure, cut through the darkness as a golden light drew near me. "You wish to do this? To all the planes? Once you do it, it cannot be undone."

"This is far too dangerous! Imagine the consequences! We already lost Prophecy!"

Yes... his beloved sister who had shared his views for the affection of the humans. She seemed to understand, and her agreement reassured him that it was the right choice.

The rest begrudgingly agreed, because who could argue with the power of Love and Death? Space only agreed on the condition I give him part of my power to give to his chosen vessel on each plane. A small price to pay.

And so I scattered, across time, across space, to every corner of every reality. I gave them my gift, the gift of creation and what they would later call magic. A gift to finally bring them peace.

I WAS WRONG.

~~Damien/Ronan~~

Damien woke up from the dream with a loud shout of fear and anger, panting in heaving breaths as his lungs burned as if he hadn't been breathing for too long.

What the hell was that?! Ronan said in alarm. What were those voices?

Well at least he knew that he hadn't been the only one to witness that strange dream. "I don't- know-" he said between gasps.

He looked up when the door slammed open, and Marie stood in the doorway before rushing forward to him.

"I heard you yell like that- what happened? Why are you breathing so raspy?" She set her hands against his bare chest, making deep breaths as if demonstrating how he should be breathing deeply, not quickly. He wasn't wearing a shirt, since it was uncomfortable against his scars at night.

He tried to follow her breaths, and soon his lung weren't burning so badly, and he was able to calm more.

"Now... first, are you both okay?" Marie asked, sitting on the bed in front of him and reaching up to brush some of his hair from his face. He let out a long breath as the touch seemed to bring him back a bit more to reality and the current moment.

"I... think so." Damien said with a long breath of relief. "You good, Ronan?"

As much as I can be, I think. Ronan said in his mind. Damien relayed what he said to her.

"Good." Marie sighed, the tension in her shoulders lessening. "Now, tell me what happened." She said softly.

"I had a dream... about a voice in darkness, talking to other voices. It was a voice that talked about... wanting to help some people? He wanted to bring them peace... or something?" Damien put a hand up to his head as it ached. "Ugh, I'm not even sure."

Marie ran a hand through his hair in worry, letting out a soft breath. "Come on, let's get you some chamomile tea. That should help you get back to sleep."

He looked up in surprise that she'd expect him to sleep again. "What time is it?"

"3 am." Marie said softly with a little smile. "I heard you yell and kind of came running." She said a bit sheepishly.