Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151229011006/@comment-26571677-20160105111818

Amilanthior walked slowly to the sleeping areas, using his semblance to make sure that nobody woke up. The day was over, and the sky had been consumed by the inky blackness of night. All was silent, and he would have been quite relaxed, if he didn't know what awaited him at the other end of sleep.

It never stopped, he always had the nightmares rushing in, ever since 'then'. Every night he hoped that it wouldn't come, but they always did. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a sound sleep.

He wished that he could just stop sleeping altogether, but that never worked out well, eventually, he'd drop unconscious, or dead, if he resisted. The human body just wasn't programmed for that. Sometimes though, he wondered if death was better than having to face his dreams every night.

Despite everything, he sat down in his sleeping bag, and prepared to watch the death scene again. And again. He closed his eyes, and awaited his nightly hells.

Asper, wait here, mommy is going to go do something.

''Okay mom, be quick okay? I don't really like the new leader''

''Excuse me? But I don't think that bloodshed is really the path to getting th hum-''


 * Shlick* *Splat*

Behold, the head of a traitor, and all who oppose me shall meet the same fate

And his vision turned scarlet red, as red as the flowing blood.

He was shaken gently out of his nightmare by a strong hand, and awoke to see the Faunus boy with two cups of steaming liquid in it. It smelt amazingly good, and soothed Amilanthior's alarmed mind.

"What do you want?" Amilanthior said carefully, he didn't know this person, he could be anything.

"My sister always made me a hot cup of steaming cinnamon tea when I had nightmares, thought you could use one" He replied with a small smile.

The boy's eyes shone with sadness when talking about his mother and sister. In respect, Amilanthior didn't say anything about them, but instead asked him another question.

"Why do you have two cups then?"

The redhead only gestured to Zhu-Li.

"You know her better than I do, she's having a pretty intense nightmare, so a friend'll help her sleep better."

"Thanks...?"

"Kinaver, call me Kinaver."

"Thanks Kinaver."

"Don't mention it"

With that, Amilanthior activated his semblance around the other people of, now no one could hear him, or Zhu-Li. And he could see what Kinaver was talking about, she was having one hell of a nightmare. Twisting all around something awful.

It hit him. She. And Kinaver, and him, were all the same as each other. They'd each gone through a troubled childhood. They'd all had to have been adults while they were children. He smiled, a small, sad, expression. It reflected his sorrow that they were such a fucked up group.

He sat down with a sigh next to the girl, and gently shook her awake. Once he saw that her eyes were open, he allowed her a couple of moments to regain her bearings. Once she at least looked awake, he said something.

"My...mother always made me a cup of tea when I had a nightmare, it always helped. So here. Have a cup of cinnamon tea."

He drank his as she drank hers. When they were done. He said something else that he imagined would come back to bite him in the arse later, but seemed like a good idea at the time.

"Then she would sing to me, my favourite song always was Frame of Mind"

Without thinking, he started to sing. Hoping that his voice wouldn't fail him now, he'd never really been the best singer.

"For now you can stay, right here we will play, until somehow you can find, a slightly different Frame of Mind"

"Right here in my arms, Away from all harm, You'll be safe from all the flares, Although I know you don't care"

"You can lift your head up to the sky, Take a deeper breath and give it time, You can walk the path among the lines, With your shattered Frame of Mind" -- "...But always know that you'll be safe, I'll be here throughout your days, Come find me and we will play..."

Amilanthior hadn't realised that he'd gone through the whole song. It seemed to have passed in no time at all. He also didn't know why he'd sung to this strange girl. It definitely hadn't been normal, hadn't felt normal either. But it payed off. He thought she was sleeping now.

Amilanthior realised how tired he was as well, and got into his sleeping bag, drifting off into a peaceful sleep he hadn't had in quite some time.