2. Don't you just hate it when you somehow time travel to the past and meet your brother before he went all crazy and killed your mother and everyone else in the village?
(For a part 2 to this, which takes place a few months after this one, go here)
Dream held his legs close to his chest as he thought over his current predicament.
The last thing he remembers before getting here was running away from Nightmare. He had been running low on positive energy the past weeks, and in seeing this, his brother had amped up the attacks, using more force than usual in an effort to finally kill him once and for all. By some miracle, he was still alive and had enough energy in him to run--not much for anything else, unfortunately.
And then he tripped, knew he was about to be stabbed, and frantically teleported out of there without a direct destination. Something crashed, static buzzing in his head, and he was yanked backward through something, colours flying by him and smearing together before he was surrounded by coldness. He ended up crashing into a river, and now here he sat beside it, cape and crown off to the side as he waited for the sun to warm him, thinking about the past few moments.
He should probably find some dry clothes. It wouldn't do to get a cold now, of all times. However, he cannot tell what AU he was in. Whenever he tried, pain laced through his head and so he soon gave up on it. He would just have to wander around and hope he ran into civilization soon enough. Or Ink and Blue found him. One of the two.
"Um...are you okay?"
Dream stilled at the voice. Not possible, must've been in his head.
At the very, very familiar voice.
He slowly looked up.
Ah. That was real. Fuck.
Nightmare--but not murderous, goopy Nightmare. Small, white-boned with purple clothing and a crown opposite of his own Nightmare. His Nightmare. The one he fought for and strived to get back. The one he thought was long gone and as good as dead. Standing right in front of him, concerned, holding a basket full of herbs and a book, looking like nothing had ever happened.
Under his stare, Nightmare shifted, looking away. "I-I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but...I just...I don't usually see people. Here, at least. Especially not a skeleton..." With each word, he shrunk in on himself.
Dream slowly blinked.
This is a dream or a trap or something, he shouldn't trust it, he really, really shouldn't trust it--
He smiled. "Ah, no." He stood, wiping off some of the dirt that stuck to him. "I fell into the river. I'm new to the area, actually." With each word out of his mouth, the screaming voice in his head grew louder and louder until the words mushed together into a single stream of intelligible noise.
Nightmare blinked back at him, glancing at his clothes. "Right. There's..." Something dark crossed his face. "There's a village not too far from here. They'd be happy to help you. Probably, anyway."
Village.
Village meant the villagers that used him and abused Nighty.
Village also meant Mother and himself and the apples.
"Oh. You're bleeding."
"Hm?" Dream looks down, and sure enough. Huh. Blood is slowly soaking through his tights near his ankle. Must've been from when he tripped. He hadn't felt it until now. It comes to his attention that he had also been shoving his fingers into his arm and has left small wounds there too.
"Ah. It seems I am." He smiles at Nightmare again, who looks more concerned. "Rest assured. I am a healer, though I usually don't heal myself. These injuries are nothing."
Nightmare still looks concerned, but his shoulders loosen and he tilts his head, curious. "You're a healer."
"I am."
Something seems to click for Nightmare and his eyes widen. He hesitates, glancing over his shoulder as if he'd be caught doing something bad, then leans forward. "My brother, Dream, is a healer too. The village adores him, but ...I think they mostly just use him for their own needs than any real affection. And Dream tries his best, but he's so tired all the time, and he's the only healer here."
Dream only tilts his head forward. He can see where this was going and he had to stop himself from jumping the gun and agreeing.
"If you're also a healer, would you be able to...I don't know...maybe help the village too? Or maybe give Dream pointers so that he doesn't stretch himself out as much. If you're able to, of course."
Dream thought it over.
He really had no idea if he was somehow in an AU that was a copy of his (which should be impossible, Ink had said so himself) or if he somehow time-traveled to the past or heck, if he was somehow in another multiverse. Cause why the heck not? That might as well be a reason.
All his instincts told him to run away as far as he can and not interfere at all. But...This was Nightmare. He could care less about a past version of himself and whether he was overworking himself or not, but if he could help Nightmare stay away from those bullies? Then how could he pass up that opportunity?
He just can't.
"I might be able to stick around some." He'd need a new name, though. There can't be two Dreams' going around.
Nightmare grins. "Awesome! Now, follow me. I'll show you to Mother and we can wait for Dream to return for lunch and introduce you." He starts walking away before he pauses. "Oh, I forgot to ask your name?"
Dream took this moment to get rid of his gloves and any other reminder of who he really is, setting it with the rest under some bushes. e mulled over a new name in his mind before setting on one.
"Call me...Anon." Anonymous in full, but Nighty didn't need to know that.
Let's see if he can make things better.
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Something that I’ve been thinking over and over as I watch MASH is the way in which a lot of modern mainstream TV seems to portion out touch like it’s rationed. People don’t touch each other casually/often/like they know each other well, especially if they’re not romantic partners, and especially men
and in a lot of stuff I’ve seen the touches that do happen tend to feel scripted, like here’s a moment where someone is “allowed” to express a tactile moment, which is weirdly jarring somehow, especially when characters are meant to be incredibly close to one another
On MASH people might casually brush a hand against a shoulder or slap someone’s back or hug deeply or hold onto each others shirts as they speak etc. and I assume some of it is the actor’s natural instinct to communicate in certain ways through a character (sidenote: Loretta Swit ruffling Alan Alda’s hair in “the smell of music,” thank you for doing that service ma’am), but I’m a big fan of watching a scene and wondering if that take was directed exactly like that or if xyz came out of tight shooting schedules and no retakes or if this thing is just indicative of the relationship between the actors and filtered through the character dynamics
I just think if you’re creating something in which people are meant to be very close they should touch each other, unless there’s a distinct character or plot reason not to
I feel like I’m touch-starved by proxy and now this show is overwhelming me with tenderness
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I guess the reason I find Picard meeting a younger!Q intersting and funny is because of the development Q has gone through. I mean, there is already a difference from how he was when they frist met to how he was after Deja Q. Let alone at the last episode of TNG.
He, for a lack of a better word right now, matured. His general approach to Picard changed as well, Considering how selfish he was in the beginning clearly flaunting his superiortiy, which he continued on doing but in a different way, and acting very much like a god playing with mortals, it became strangely more equal. As in the Q we see in Tapestry very much seems more like a guy that just has immortality and powers beyond human comprehension. The condescension is still there in AGT, but when you compare how Q treats Picard in the ending of AGT and how he treated Picard and his crew in Farpoint it’s a lot more on equal footing though the differences in power are still here.
And as much as I have seen from Picard, Q just seems so ancient. Like really, really ancient. A god that has been alive for way too long. And his approach to Picard is also different. A bit mad considering his illness but also towards the bitter end mature in a way that TNG!Q wasn’t. There still was the ‘look at me’ scene but it had nothing from the childish ‘Look at me. Pay attention to me.’ Q could have in TNG.
So I just find it interesting how Q could have been before the absolute boredom and burden of eternity and absolute power got to him. When he and the other Qs were younger and not so strict with themselves and the rules were loose.
When there was a lot of condescension and curiosity when meeting ‘lesser beings’ and Qs actions and ego and games went a lot more unchecked ba the Continuum who were mostly doing their own exploration.
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