( open / closed ) old black water, keep on rolling

[righteously]

WHO: Dean & Others
WHERE: Various
WHEN: OOC July, IC May/June
WHAT: Catch-All
NOTES OR WARNINGS: adult language, violence, alcoholism.

pretend cut text is actually a video

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[righteously]

[ In dreams, landscapes don't always have to be consistent in order to feel real. There doesn't need to be an organic transition for things to knit together at the seams as though they belong that way. In this place, the world around them is a spectrum; Tony stands in dense woods at midnight.

All things feel dark, but in dreams the lighting doesn't so much matter. There are clusters of trees forward and backward for miles. To the left, things change form and color to muted, off-centered grey. To the right... well, the right is harder to understand. The right is blacks and reds, low burning fire, dense fog in places. The soft sounds of screaming, barely audible - and only when you're looking at it.

All three of these places give off a distinct and unmissable feeling of dread and foreboding. The sense that there are eyes upon you. In dreams, intuition doesn't need evidence - Tony will know just because that there is a predator on its way. A monster of some kind, big and unforgiving and lethal. The kind of thing that will not kill you, but rather do that abstract worse-than-death something by dragging you away into the dark. ]

fashionably late(?)

[voicelog]

[ tony has been at the mercy of nightmares all throughout his life. manifestations of his own guilt, trauma and fears, they haunt him relentlessly, making sleep something he tries to avoid most days. there is always a sense of awareness that he's caught in a dream, but sometimes, even with that prevailing knowledge, everything still feels so incredibly real.

he hates it.

there is no rhyme or reason to dreams, yet they somehow manage to force someone into confronting what they so desperately attempt to ignore during the day. he doesn't know what this one has in store for him, but he can already feel the effects it's having on him — an increase in heart rate and blood pressure, muscles tensing in anticipation, senses alert to even the slightest of sounds. his body tells him to run and hide, to get ready, yet his brain tells him that there is nothing to fear.

it doesn't stop him from keeping his path close to the trees, a source of concealment. of course, it could all be futile. something is coming after him and he has a pretty decent idea that he won't be able to outrun it for long. he probably won't be able to beat it in a fight either. not without his suit on him.

and if he really thinks on it, he might not even be able to outsmart it. after all, this is his dream, right...? ]

[righteously]

[ Without warning, a hand reaches out and fists itself in the fabric of Tony's shirt right over his heart. It yanks, whirling him around until his back hits the bark of a wide tree that has no discernable top. It just keeps going until there is no sky anymore, until there is only black. The tree doesn't matter, what matters is the figure pressing him against it.

Dean's got a forearm braced across his chest, a blade held in that hand — an indicator, maybe reassuring, that he doesn't intend to use it on Tony or else it'd be in the other hand. He doesn't say a word; instead, he raises a finger to his lips. A shh without the sound, everything muted to silence in this dreamscape.

Everything but the sudden quiet crack of footsteps on branches somewhere off to their left. ]

[voicelog]

[ he honest-to-god didn't expect to find company here, so when he's suddenly slammed into the trunk of a tree, he stifles the immediate urge to fight back as his eyes land on his surprise companion. relief entangles with confusion and doubt as he nods his head in response.

but why is dean here? he wants to ask, but the threat has yet to pass.

the sound of footsteps can be heard from a short distance away. is it human or is it something else? listening intently, tony prepares himself for what may come, but at the very least, one of them has a weapon on him. got a knife to spare, buddy? ]