estoria | [OPEN] These dreams go on when I close my eyes

Who: Hikari Yagami & OPEN
When: IC: (late July) /OOC: (early June)
Where: Gardens
What: As a Child of ~~Light~~ Water, Hikari's been having some...interesting Dreams the last few days. The kind that are keeping her up at night, leaving her exhausted during the day.
Rating/Warning: Some potentially Dark themes involving children. Mentioning of Death. ~~Basically, if you've ever seen the season 02 episode, His Master's Voice, it's a little like that.~~

"Hikari? ...Hikari?"

The eight year old girl in question's eyelashes fluttered softly, face scrunching up as she was lightly shaken, before slowly opening. It took a few seconds for her vision to readjust before she sat up. Glancing around at her surroundings and...trying to remember where she was.

"Tailmon?" Voice heavy with sleep, she glanced down at her digimon companion, who was looking up at her in concern. "What...?"

"You fell asleep. Again."

There was little surprise at the news. Because she knew it was true. And why.

Straightening, Hikari glanced around at the park they were currently in. The ground was soft, a pleasant breeze blowing across her cheeks from beneath the shade of a large tree. Any other time, and it would have been no wonder she'd fallen asleep. The little sketchbook she'd purchased some time back was still in her lap. The camera she'd been using to take pictures for inspiration, at her side.

Except...the dark shadows beneath her eyes told of a slightly more troubling story.

"I'm sorry," she offered in the middle of stiffening a deep yawn. Rubbing at one eye that stung a little in the morning light.

Tailmon's ears dropped at the apology. Worried not only for Hikari's health, but saddened that she felt she needed to apologize at all. "...you had that dream again last night, didn't you?"

Not knowing what else to say, Hikari nodded. Her gaze drifted over to where there was a small pond. The waters still, save for the occasional little ripple. An increasingly familiar sight to her these days, though not for the reasons one might think.

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"Sometimes. It used to happen a lot more closer to the war. For a while it seemed like every night if I wasn't having bad dreams, Leia was. So we'd wake each other up. Hug. Talk about it." Nightmares are something he knows way to well.

She nodded. Silent, at first. He would be able to see the gears turning in her mind. Thinking about what he said, and trying to process it. The hugging part...that wasn't too bad. She would have preferred to hug Taichi (no offense intended), since he was her brother and she was more comfortable with the idea of hugging her brother...but it was also nice to know the options was there.

And as for the talking...

"I'm not sure what to say."

That was always the hard part for her. She would sooner suffer in silence than subject others to whatever was bothering her. Be it illness or nightmares.

"Is there something about the dreams that's always the same? Or similar?" That was a good place to start. It might make it more obvious what's causing the dreams. Or at least narrow it down to one thing that's easier to talk about.

Hikari's head lowered even more. She murmured something almost too low for Han to hear:

"...they always get deleted."

"From the Nexus Code?" That's the obvious meaning, anyway. Though there's never any real guessing. "It's normal to be afraid of losing people you care about."

It was probably his deepest fear.

She shook her head.

"No, not here. Back home. In the Digital World. When digimon...die...they get deleted. Sometimes, they can go back to the Village of Beginnings and be reborn again, but it doesn't always happen."

Han nods. "And you're dreaming that that keeps happening. Because you're afraid that it will?"

That's the simplest explanation for a dream like that. It doesn't fix it, but it at least makes sense.

She nodded.

"I don't want any more digimon to die because of me."

"Any more?" That implies that she at least thinks it's happened before. "Sometimes my bad dreams are about people I could have saved, if things had been different."

She didn't just think; she knew. As in, she remembered. Because...the memory from her dreams was of another time. One that she couldn't recall properly at the moment. The first time, however...

"I don't know what I could have done. He did it to save us. Vamdemon...he was trying to kill me and Tailmon, and Wizarmon stepped in and the attack hit him instead."

"It sounds like there wasn't anything you could have done." Not that that helps, he knows that. She'll probably still keep trying to find that something. "He must have cared a lot about you two to do that. It's normal to be sad about that."

"He was Tailmon's dearest friend. Long before we met. That's...all I know."

That was all Tailmon had been willing to tell her so far.

[OPEN] These dreams go on when I close my eyes

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