She winced. "I don't think I want my mother to know. But I'm comfortable telling her anything besides that."
It doesn't make sense to her either, Harold. However that extends to just about anyone in Fairplay. Except Harold now, though he is a different case, apparently. Astrid got the feeling he was more accepting.
Her eyebrow raised and she took a lean back in her chair. "One day," she repeats, almost defensively this time, sort of reluctant to get into detail of exactly where she was and what she had been doing at the time when she first became aware of the scaring. It did involve her nude at some point, obviously, and she couldn't tell him that so openly.
"Uh, my memory is a tad hazy, though to be more precise, I'm--I'm pretty sure it was a week ago."
Astrid fidgets uncomfortably for a brief moment, looking hesitant.
The mention of weird dreams got a reaction. Astrid's eyes widened and after a blink, the flicker of surprise vanished from her face and she gave him a firm stare, debating telling the truth or a lie.
This guy...
Submitting to his questions, she brought up her hand, delicately touching her temple, eyes shut and brow furrowed, trying to visualize. "Mm, yeah. Some nights when I dream it's a.. little boy. A child I can't recognize. He seems sad. I don't understand why, but I feel... responsible. My fault. I feel angry thinking about it, but I don't--I don't know," she slowly divulged the honest truth, eyelids squinting tightly as a headache began to surface.
"These scars. I really wish I could say they just appeared..."
The girl's voice grew progressively shaky and she strained her mind. Although a blurry image, the abysmal figure who found it's way in her dreams, as if haunting her day in and day out, unsettled her immensely. Frightened her, even. "How should I ask this. Can dreams be... invaded? I know, I must be going crazy, but... that thing."
Drawing her arms close to her, she loosely hugged herself, unaware she's rambling too low, "--Always showing up. Won't leave me alone. Black. Wings..."
Slanted large, animal eyes... striking as a hot green blaze.
"Green eyes. Like a cat's," he said tonelessly, but for him the imagery held no horror at all. It was a welcome thing. Whenever he had the dreams, he was somehow reminded of his cat.
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It doesn't make sense to her either, Harold. However that extends to just about anyone in Fairplay. Except Harold now, though he is a different case, apparently. Astrid got the feeling he was more accepting.
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"Uh, my memory is a tad hazy, though to be more precise, I'm--I'm pretty sure it was a week ago."
Astrid fidgets uncomfortably for a brief moment, looking hesitant.
Yes, and there was more to it than that.
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This was getting a little odd here.
"Have you--have you seen anything lately? Anything odd around the town? Or had...I don't know, weird dreams?"
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This guy...
Submitting to his questions, she brought up her hand, delicately touching her temple, eyes shut and brow furrowed, trying to visualize. "Mm, yeah. Some nights when I dream it's a.. little boy. A child I can't recognize. He seems sad. I don't understand why, but I feel... responsible. My fault. I feel angry thinking about it, but I don't--I don't know," she slowly divulged the honest truth, eyelids squinting tightly as a headache began to surface.
"These scars. I really wish I could say they just appeared..."
The girl's voice grew progressively shaky and she strained her mind. Although a blurry image, the abysmal figure who found it's way in her dreams, as if haunting her day in and day out, unsettled her immensely. Frightened her, even. "How should I ask this. Can dreams be... invaded? I know, I must be going crazy, but... that thing."
Drawing her arms close to her, she loosely hugged herself, unaware she's rambling too low, "--Always showing up. Won't leave me alone. Black. Wings..."
Slanted large, animal eyes... striking as a hot green blaze.
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"Green eyes. Like a cat's," he said tonelessly, but for him the imagery held no horror at all. It was a welcome thing. Whenever he had the dreams, he was somehow reminded of his cat.