as_damaged | ☤ forty-nine

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☤ forty-nine

This room has a door, and the door is securely locked. By a lot of locks, actually. More locks than any sane person puts on a door, spanning the whole right edge, with a few scattered along the top, even on the hinge side. Most of them have simple knobs to turn; a few dangling security chains are clipped in place, and one or two can only be opened by a key. Of course, lucky you, these are all on your side, meaning you’re not trapped here. Right?

Except, locks are meant to keep things out. Slowly, certainly, the knobs are starting to turn, as whoever-- or whatever-- is on the other side of the door makes their way in.

[ooc; all threads treated as different iterations of the dream, feel free to jump on in~ may be sloow but i will backdate until the end of days <3 ilu]

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"If you are here." That's a borrowed terror of sorts, the uncertainty and unreality. Chase has always threatened the suspension of disbelief that lets Cameron get through every day, every curse, without trying to attribute everything to her own subconscious.

"How can you be sure?"

"What kind of question is that?" Chase queries, almost amused if it weren't for the wide-eyed fear he can see in her. Still, he plays it lightly, voice and manner gentle.

"Are you sure you're here?" a hint of a smile and he looks down for a fraction of a second, "I hope so, because you've always been surer than me."

"Sometimes I don't want to be."

That statement falls between them with an almost palpable weight, carrying all the synesthetic significance words in a dream can. She doesn't move but seems distant nonetheless. It's a space movement can't quite close.

"But what does it matter?"

"If you started admitting what you're afraid of, it might. I'm not a mind reader, Cameron." Shrugging his shoulders, he folds his arms across his chest and seems to inspect his shirtsleeves for damage left by their furry visitor. "Even here."

She shakes her head slightly, slowly, her demeanor not stubborn but sad.

"You don't want me to tell you."

"How do you know that, when you've never tried me?"

He sighs and seems to slump a little at the knees as though looking for a wall to support him. "I know I've let you down before. I'll probably do it again, but if it makes a difference? I'll never not care. If you're going to hold out for some ideal of a person who never lies, never screws up... well you're going to be holding out one hell of a while."

"I know," she insists, chewing at her lip because she can't illustrate her convictions without explaining all the things she can't explain.

"It's not... I'm not waiting for anything. I'm not." Again the distance seems unnavigable, without any change in their positions. Cameron frowns, unable to find adequate words.

"You were waiting for something to come through that door." he points out, indicating with a jerk of his shoulder. "You're still waiting for something. We're still here."

He holds out an arm, palm up, for her to take if nightmare fears don't have her too stubborn. "So why don't we start by getting out."

It takes a long time for her to reach for him, the moment bending like light through water before her fingers wrap around his wrist, feeling unusually thin in their tension. All the reassurance in the world can't do anything to dispel the fear she feels, something baseless and inexplicable for a thousand reasons.

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☤ forty-nine

and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?

and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?

and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?

and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?

and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?

and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?

and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?

and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?

and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?