i dance in tune with what i fear

So his sister had shoved him in here to protect him.

... But sparkly ponies and unicorns, Yue? Really? Really?

Oh well. Judging by what was going on in the Mall, she was probably right. It probably was safer.

That didn't mean he couldn't sulk slightly as he watched horses drink from the stream he was seated near.

Not that he was one to really talk about manly pride or whatever but there was a limit, sob.

At least it was a peaceful way to spend a birthday. He flopped over, dozing off a little in the warm sun.

[Isamu was not one who was usually so afraid. He was a bit proud of the way he managed to handle himself in most situations.]

[This, however, was different. Being pulled into that warp, and seeing that sky, and walking around... he had sensed, somewhere deep inside, that something was very, very wrong with this. That woman he had met unnerved him, and swatting away the flies all the way up that building until he had gotten too frustrated to go on had worn on him...]

[But seeing that twisted version of Ichigaya, with the Obelisk lit up with a pillar of light... something in him had been shaken. For a long time he hadn't been able to move, until finally Kaichi had pushed him towards another warp, and he had stumbled back into Shinjuku.]

[He needed quiet. Hence why he was currently curled up in a corner of the park area of Protopia, attempting to calm himself.]

[So after that whole deal, Isamu needs... a very long nap. Which is why he's shut himself in his room, attempting to sleep.]

[And he does. For a little while. Except now he's staring up at the ceiling in the middle of the afternoon, still exhausted. Yue had told him that Hypnos had been trying to start something called 'the Fall' in his world, and that the Universe arcana could seal Nyx... is that why he felt so terrible?]

[... Probably. He felt like he had the flu or something. And if Yue or any of his friends got wind of what he had gotten his dumb ass himself into...]

[Yeah, he was gonna be in trouble.]

[[ooc; Bother?]]

He thought he had this under control. He thought he had worked out a system to keep those kinds of dreams to a minimum.

Apparently not.

Isamu snaps awake in the middle of the night, jolted out of his nightmare from the sound of his own screaming. He presses his hands to his face as he sits up, images of blood and shadows and pain flashing through his mind.

... Why won't this stop?

(Private to westernstorms and northwindfool.)

[He had started to get used to these dreams, but this one... just. He had no idea how to take this one, really.]

[So he knocked on a certain dorm door, and waited for a response.]