[ Claire's gotten used to Daisy by now, finding it oddly comforting to have both her and Michael nearby. Claire's on her side, hair casting a faint glow in the room. When she stars awake and sits up, the soft moon-like light bounces on the walls and she squints, blinking as concern laces her voice. ]
Daisy? Are you alright?
[ She turns to look at the window; not even a hint of sunlight yet, and she reaches out a hand, lighting a lantern with the tips of her fingers by using general magic she's book-learned. Adjusting the flame on the wick, she motions for her to come in all the way. Claire's in her shift, and she adjusts her legs so that Daisy can sit.
The opposite side of the room is her 'office' of sorts, where there are scattered papers, more plants, and a window overlooking the garden. ]
[Her heart hammers in her chest when Claire says her name, the feeling of knowing something that she probably shouldn't eating away at her. At the same time, however, Claire's voice doesn't give Daisy the sense that she also experienced the same thing. Which leaves her feeling ridiculous for even coming up here, much less waking her up.
She's tempted to tell her it's nothing and just go back downstairs, but there's that nagging feeling in the back of her mind telling her not to.]
I'm--
I had weird dream.
[God, she feels stupid. Wringing her hands together, she walks into the room and takes a seat on the edge of her bed. Looking at Claire, her brows furrow together. Just moments ago she had been looking at her, visibly younger. There's no way she could've just dreamed this.]
[ It isn't until Daisy says Bree's name, that Claire remembers the shared dream, a moment she began to forget as soon as soon as Daisy woke. For Claire, still asleep, she'd started to fall into something dreamless, the experience fading. Now, it comes back, visibly drawing in a breath in shock before exhaling. ]
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.
[ She swallows, rubbing a hand over her face for a moment. ]
What do you remember?
[ Claire already knows the answer, she's just buying time. ]
[That phrase echos in her mind, remembering her saying that exact thing in her living room. A living room that doesn't exist, and one she's never seen before. It's like a punch to the gut, knowing that it was somehow real.
At her question, Daisy has to look away. Knowing that, somehow, she had witnessed a very traumatic and vulnerable time in her life.]
All of it.
[Swallowing thickly, she looks back to her after a moment.]
[Shared dreams. The idea of it leaves Daisy feeling vulnerable, fearing that the same might happen to her. Her past is something she keeps close to her chest, and the mere thought that she could lose control of what is and isn't told makes her panic.
Numbly, she gets to her feet as she follows Claire out of her bedroom.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have woken you.
[She shouldn't have said anything at all, because now she knows something Claire wouldn't have told her otherwise. Wrapping her arms around herself, she can't help but look at her in a new light.]
You got anything stronger?
[Because with this new knowledge that her memories/dreams aren't safe from others, she needs something stronger than tea.]
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Daisy? Are you alright?
[ She turns to look at the window; not even a hint of sunlight yet, and she reaches out a hand, lighting a lantern with the tips of her fingers by using general magic she's book-learned. Adjusting the flame on the wick, she motions for her to come in all the way. Claire's in her shift, and she adjusts her legs so that Daisy can sit.
The opposite side of the room is her 'office' of sorts, where there are scattered papers, more plants, and a window overlooking the garden. ]
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She's tempted to tell her it's nothing and just go back downstairs, but there's that nagging feeling in the back of her mind telling her not to.]
I'm--
I had weird dream.
[God, she feels stupid. Wringing her hands together, she walks into the room and takes a seat on the edge of her bed. Looking at Claire, her brows furrow together. Just moments ago she had been looking at her, visibly younger. There's no way she could've just dreamed this.]
Does the name Bree mean anything to you?
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Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.
[ She swallows, rubbing a hand over her face for a moment. ]
What do you remember?
[ Claire already knows the answer, she's just buying time. ]
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At her question, Daisy has to look away. Knowing that, somehow, she had witnessed a very traumatic and vulnerable time in her life.]
All of it.
[Swallowing thickly, she looks back to her after a moment.]
Has something like this happened before?
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[ Claire gets up and slips her feet into slippers before reaching for her shawl. ]
Come on. I won't be going back to sleep now.
[ Leaving the lantern, she lets her hair guide the way back down, getting a fire going in the hearth once there. ]
I'm going to make tea, would you like any?
[ She doesn't know what to do or where to start, but tea has never let her down, and she needs to move, unable to be still. ]
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Numbly, she gets to her feet as she follows Claire out of her bedroom.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have woken you.
[She shouldn't have said anything at all, because now she knows something Claire wouldn't have told her otherwise. Wrapping her arms around herself, she can't help but look at her in a new light.]
You got anything stronger?
[Because with this new knowledge that her memories/dreams aren't safe from others, she needs something stronger than tea.]