Liam Kincaid (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
firstofitskind) wrote2018-10-02 07:12 am
firstofitskind) wrote2018-10-02 07:12 am
MHA #6, The Wee Hours of Tuesday Morning
Liam slept. And as he slept, he dreamt. For Liam to have dreams based on memories was nothing new, but usually when that was the case, they were far more troubling. Dreams of being locked up and cast adrift until he sank to the bottom of an alien ocean. Dreams of being trapped in the magma center of a volcano as lava began to burst forth...
These were- well. They were not happy dreams, exactly, but they lacked violence. They were more... melancholy, if anything.
Sitting in the shuttle with Beckett, discussing family, and wishing that somehow, he could make her see the truth.
"If you could talk to your mother now, what would you tell her?"
"I love you."
"Even after she left you?"
"I know it doesn't make any sense, but there's a bond between us. It cuts across everything else."
The cave floor, holding her body as the last of her life slipped away, and finally, finally able to show her the truth...
"We didn't have our time together here on Earth, but if you ever lose your way, my son, look to the heavens, and I'll be shining a star for you."
Liam's eyes snapped open as the dream faded away and consciousness returned. He didn't know what the dream meant, if anything, but the feeling that lingered behind was strangely peaceful. Which seemed odd, considering he'd just been dreaming of his dead mother. He didn't know what that meant either.
He slipped out of the bed, doing his best not to disturb the other occupant. Thankfully, Verity was used to his sleep habits, so even if he did wake her, he doubted she'd be overly concerned.
Rummaging around in the kitchen until he found what he needed- a candle and a lighter, he headed to the living room. He sat, cross-legged, and then placed the candle on the floor and lit it before he spoke:
"Saqruvi, grant me weak eyes, for things that are of no account, and strong eyes, for all thy truth."
He didn't know if it would actually help him figure out what was going on, but it felt right.
[ooc: establishy, but could be open for the girlfriend!]
These were- well. They were not happy dreams, exactly, but they lacked violence. They were more... melancholy, if anything.
Sitting in the shuttle with Beckett, discussing family, and wishing that somehow, he could make her see the truth.
"If you could talk to your mother now, what would you tell her?"
"I love you."
"Even after she left you?"
"I know it doesn't make any sense, but there's a bond between us. It cuts across everything else."
The cave floor, holding her body as the last of her life slipped away, and finally, finally able to show her the truth...
"We didn't have our time together here on Earth, but if you ever lose your way, my son, look to the heavens, and I'll be shining a star for you."
Liam's eyes snapped open as the dream faded away and consciousness returned. He didn't know what the dream meant, if anything, but the feeling that lingered behind was strangely peaceful. Which seemed odd, considering he'd just been dreaming of his dead mother. He didn't know what that meant either.
He slipped out of the bed, doing his best not to disturb the other occupant. Thankfully, Verity was used to his sleep habits, so even if he did wake her, he doubted she'd be overly concerned.
Rummaging around in the kitchen until he found what he needed- a candle and a lighter, he headed to the living room. He sat, cross-legged, and then placed the candle on the floor and lit it before he spoke:
"Saqruvi, grant me weak eyes, for things that are of no account, and strong eyes, for all thy truth."
He didn't know if it would actually help him figure out what was going on, but it felt right.
[ooc: establishy, but could be open for the girlfriend!]