(It's good! I'll finish this of me falling asleep too, my dream, and then you can pick up in the morning if you'd like.)
Sixer and Kitten
Alya lay her head on my shoulder, sending a chill across my skin. Not in a bad way, in a.. new.. comfortable way.
"No, I'm fine.. I have so much to tell you." She yawns again, before continuing. "That girl upstairs, her name is Cass and she's the lead-" She yawns once more. "-er of the Calvary, I think she could help us with the mission." Alya began to drift off at the end of her sentence.
"What is she good at?" I ask, running a hand through my hair, sticking it to the left.
"Hmm?" She asked, barely opening her mouth, clearly half asleep again. Worried she was going to fall or get hurt, I wrapped my arms around her gently. She moved slightly, adjusting to my touch, so that she kind of lay in my lap. I say kind of, because I had my arms around her. She had a smell, not a bad one, but like vanilla and Cinnamon. I lay my head against the back of the couch, closing my eyes, giving into my exhaustion. I'll just close them for a second, not very long. I thought about Alya, and what her friends would think. They can't. If it happens, her friends would abandon Alya. I can't let that happen. I have to protect her.
"Have I died and gone to Heaven..?" Alya mumbled, before I felt her drift into sleep. I smirked, and for once, my face did not go red. I guess the moment just felt right or something. I tried to speak, but my mouth didn't open. I too, fell into sleep.
I was laying on the ground, the house in ruins. I brushed the dirt off my face, and stood up to look around. Everything was on fire. I called out for Cal, or Alya. I only heard my voice echo back to me somehow. I began to walk, then jog, then run. I ran everywhere, finding nobody. Suddenly, dizziness hit me, and I was on the ground again. The fire was gone. I was sobbing, as Cal and Alya stood over me. They didn't say anything for a moment, before Cal rushed away. Why did she leave? Alya immediately sat on her knees, bringing me into an embrace. The smell of Cinnamon and vanilla filled my head, along with the screams I've gotten used to.
Then we were in the field. I wasn't alone this time, Cal was next to me. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me along, as she seemed hysterical. I went to call out to her before we were in the town again. The town was on fire. I was alone. I went to move, before I felt a pull from behind me. I turned around about to ask who it was, before I was pulled into a kiss. It was brief yet soft. The stranger pulled back and it was Alya. She had her hair in french braids, and gave me the softest puppy dog eyes.
"Alya!" I smiled, stunned at what happened. I knew this was a dream. How had I known what a kiss was like? Alya moved to my side, and slipped her hand in mine. I stared at our hands for a moment, before looking up at her face. Why is she so careless, as the tribe is in flames?
"I hope you don't mind.." She giggled. That laugh- I couldn't. I knew this was fake. Something was going to happen. I tried to move away, but I couldn't move my arm. It was glowing gold, along with Alya's. She smiled. I began to panic, eventually ripping my hand away. She screamed so loud, so depressed and desperate, it hurt me inside. I couldn't look at her, so I tried to close my eyes. Behind my eyelids, everything was glowing gold. Alya giggled again, at the same time as she screamed. I felt a strong push, and I was falling. I opened my eyes, and she was crying. Crying over.. me. I was laying on the ground, bleeding. I tried to call out to her but I was falling through the ground. I was shouting, terrified. I was shaking myself, clawing at the walls of this hole, trying to get out.
(Please let this go through mods!)
(Hey so Hannah, if you POV waking up, do you want to have Sixer tossing and turning or flinching or something at the same time as he shouts? Or something similar to waking up from the other nightmares? Whatever else you POV I don't mind. I can wake up if you want me to. Whatever works.)