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[Sept. 3] [Suikoden III] Oneirophobia
Title: Oneirophobia
Day/Theme: Sept. 3, 2010 "the sleep of reason produces monsters"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai & Luc
Rating: PG-13
His brother, clawing frantically at a black mist seeping out of the eye holes of his eerie metal mask. Coming not just from the eye holes, but from his eyes. This fog that had its source inside himself- it reached around his arms and bound him, around his neck and choked him. Sasarai was transfixed. Dreams often became nightmares in this manner. He woke up soaked in sweat.
His brother, sprouting wings. His clothes were torn as they emerged from his skin. They broke the surface with a spray of blood. Who knew it was so painful to gain the power of flight? He was smiling and grimacing at the same time. He held a gloved hand out. "Come. Join me, brother," he said. Sasarai knew that Luc had never called him "brother" out of anything but derision. He shook his head. Luc only laughed and took his hand anyway. This nightmare had never been anything but one. Sasarai woke up tangled in his sheets.
His brother, seated on a high stone pillar in the desert. He was a holy hermit now, or so it seemed. There were no steps. Had he used a ladder to ascend to such a fearsome height? They were birds flying past below him. There were clouds circling his head.
Sasarai cupped his hands around his mouth, "Luc!" The call echoed away into the distance. At first there was no response. And then his brother turned. He didn't speak. He grinned. How could Sasarai tell he was grinning from this distance?
"Oh," he realized, "It's a dream." But knowing it was a dream did not break the foul enchantment Luc's presence cast upon him. There was a perverse fascination to be found here, meeting with a man who was gone now to the other side of the veil. "Luc!" he called again.
"You look so small from here, brother," Luc whispered. "That's right. Because you are."
"Luc!" Sasarai repeated his cry, though he didn't see any purpose to the action. "Why am I calling him again? He hears me," the dreamer thought.
"An unreasonable world demands a man cast reason aside," Luc mused, still whispering. Sasarai could hear him despite the distance. "Are you laughing now, Sasarai, at my philosophy? Are you seeing clearly now? Have you realized that the man who has discarded reason here is you?"
"Luc, you're crazy..." he began, in soft tones, to defend himself.
"No! You're the one who's alive, Sasarai! You're the one who chose to keep living in an irrational world! Don't you see it? It's you who's the monster!"
"Luc, I-!!" Like this, the dreams turned into nightmares, as sticky as webs, as twisted as labyrinths, as chilling as glaciers. Sasarai fell. He awoke on the floor, one arm in the sheets, drowning in sweat. There were monsters of his own making in his dreams.
Day/Theme: Sept. 3, 2010 "the sleep of reason produces monsters"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai & Luc
Rating: PG-13
His brother, clawing frantically at a black mist seeping out of the eye holes of his eerie metal mask. Coming not just from the eye holes, but from his eyes. This fog that had its source inside himself- it reached around his arms and bound him, around his neck and choked him. Sasarai was transfixed. Dreams often became nightmares in this manner. He woke up soaked in sweat.
His brother, sprouting wings. His clothes were torn as they emerged from his skin. They broke the surface with a spray of blood. Who knew it was so painful to gain the power of flight? He was smiling and grimacing at the same time. He held a gloved hand out. "Come. Join me, brother," he said. Sasarai knew that Luc had never called him "brother" out of anything but derision. He shook his head. Luc only laughed and took his hand anyway. This nightmare had never been anything but one. Sasarai woke up tangled in his sheets.
His brother, seated on a high stone pillar in the desert. He was a holy hermit now, or so it seemed. There were no steps. Had he used a ladder to ascend to such a fearsome height? They were birds flying past below him. There were clouds circling his head.
Sasarai cupped his hands around his mouth, "Luc!" The call echoed away into the distance. At first there was no response. And then his brother turned. He didn't speak. He grinned. How could Sasarai tell he was grinning from this distance?
"Oh," he realized, "It's a dream." But knowing it was a dream did not break the foul enchantment Luc's presence cast upon him. There was a perverse fascination to be found here, meeting with a man who was gone now to the other side of the veil. "Luc!" he called again.
"You look so small from here, brother," Luc whispered. "That's right. Because you are."
"Luc!" Sasarai repeated his cry, though he didn't see any purpose to the action. "Why am I calling him again? He hears me," the dreamer thought.
"An unreasonable world demands a man cast reason aside," Luc mused, still whispering. Sasarai could hear him despite the distance. "Are you laughing now, Sasarai, at my philosophy? Are you seeing clearly now? Have you realized that the man who has discarded reason here is you?"
"Luc, you're crazy..." he began, in soft tones, to defend himself.
"No! You're the one who's alive, Sasarai! You're the one who chose to keep living in an irrational world! Don't you see it? It's you who's the monster!"
"Luc, I-!!" Like this, the dreams turned into nightmares, as sticky as webs, as twisted as labyrinths, as chilling as glaciers. Sasarai fell. He awoke on the floor, one arm in the sheets, drowning in sweat. There were monsters of his own making in his dreams.