Thread: Can you hear them? |Lagertha x Kosmik_Khoas|

Mixie!...Mixie!... She knew she was dreaming. The feeling was always the same when she was dreaming, like she was present but not fully. Mixie!.. There was someone calling for her, but Mixie wasn't quite sure who or what it might be calling her. Learning from experience in her dreams someone calling her name in dreams never ended well. Mixie opened her eyes. Well, not really, she was still dreaming after all. Her dream eyes opened to the scene around her trees, long, thin, bushes and flowers surrounded her, but Mixie could hear a river flowing by not too far, and she could smell sand. She was sitting down, under a tree, in the same dress she had known for the past couple of years. Her hospital tag was still strapped around her right wrist, i.d. and everything. I don't really want to ask.. Mixie sighed in her dream as she looked around. Laughter buckled around her, a stream of voices, but the same voice cut through the thick laughter to call her name. Who are you? She knew, for whatever reason, the voice wasn't scary like all her other dreams and in no way was Mixie scared right now. How do you know my name? Mixie wondered why she even bothered to ask, she was dreaming after all. Where are you? Where am I? This was frustrating, dreaming something..so peaceful after a lifetime of chaotic nightmares. It'll be okay Mixie...You aren't ever alone. Mixie turned her head to the right, she had looked around and saw no one earlier, but now she spotted someone across from her. There crooched a man, olive skin, golden eyes, short cropped black hair, a gold earring in his right ear, a scruffy beard, in a three piece white suit. He looked surprised she had seen him, the man had to be in his thirties, maybe early forties. A smile cracked on his aged face. You can see me. It wasn't a question, he knew. Yes... Mixie tilted her head, furrowing her brows. Why haven't I ever seen you before? Who are you? Mixie was still confused on why she wasn't running, why there were no demons, no wolves. Just this strange place and this strange man. The man laughed, joy striking his face as he put his hands on his side and straightened himself. My name is...Kasto. He raised his left hand and waved before putting it down and laughed again. Why is giving me your name so funny? Mixie rolled her eyes. Never mind, just tell me why the hell I'm not running from anything. What's the point of stupid dreams like this.. Mixie grunted and looked down. This isn't a dream Mixie. Mixie looked up, jumping back at the sight of Kasto in her face looming down at her. He backed up a bit smiling. Being this close to him allowed Mixie to see the necklace he wore, and the bracelet as well as the earring. They were all in the form of a snake, biting it's tail to form the loops. This..is very real. Kasto bent down, gripping Mixie's arm. Her muscles tensed, her jaw clicking together in fright at the feeling of someone grabbing her arm. G-Get off me! Mixie struggled, pushing her back int the tree, standing up. Kasto's grip tensed as he looked at her with his golden hues, her reflection showing in them. Mixie. I know you are scared. I know everything last night was a lot. I need you to trust me. I need you to trust the people looking for you. Mixie felt pale as Kasto looked into her eyes, her soul. Her shoulders slumped, her jaw clicking. Why should I trust anyone? My parents left me to rot in a mental hospital! My siblings think I ran away! My teachers think I killed myself! All my friends are insane or dead, and now I'm having weird dreams about a man I don't know? Mixie jerked her arm away from Kasto. He looked shocked, before he smirked at her. You are just like me.. Kasto's face was solemn and Mixie looked at him with a heated glare. What? Mixie was confused. I'm probably like you because you are a figment of my imagination. The forest disappeared around them. As Kasto backed up looking at her, the scenery changed into the desert. Pyramids stretched out behind Kasto as he looked at her shaking her head. Don't let them keep you abnatay...They won't understand what you are. We are dangerous creatures abnatay. Dangerous..creatures. Mixie was annoyed by all of this, and Kasto's weird words. How had she even come up with the name? Or the way he looked? The only men Mixie had ever looked at were through what magazines had been provided, the t.v. or the male nurses. She had never seen jewelry like his before. I have a really fucked up imagination.. Mixie grunted watching Kasto. His lips were moving now, but she heard no words. Only the feeling of her stomach turning in her chest. Oh fuck.. Mixie woke up on the couch, her vision returning to her as she turned over on the side of the couch and threw up again. She knew she shouldn't have ate, or drank down the pills, but she had done it nonetheless. The stuff was making her sick to the bone, and she always hated puking up medicine. Mixie blinked, holding her stomach as she spat a few times. A small amount of blood mixed with her throw up but that wasn't entirely what she was looking at. The wooden floors, listening to the squeaking of the leather couch as she moved. A hand was on the ground holding her up, some of her hair casting a veil over her face. Mixie sat up, closed eyes as she wiped her forehead off. She had not ate for days, and the only thing she had ate had medicine mixed in, now she had nothing in her stomach. Sweat rolled over her flesh, and the nightgown clung to her. Mixie's lips were pale, sick, she did not look all that well. Slowly her eyes opened, and she jumped at the sight of Vince standing near her naked. Holy Fuck! Mixie held up her hands in a defensive position in his direction, her head turning the opposite direction with closed eyes and furrowed brows. Who the hell are you and why are you naked? Mixie's shoulders were bunched, every muscle in her tensed. She opened an eye looking around at the small house, shaking slightly. Where am I? Mixie did not bother looking in the direction she held her hands. Where is that woman that claimed she was my grandmother? Is she here? Can I speak with her? She had not seen Mama or Yasmine, or any of the others, but she knew Angi and the sight of that big fucking wolf that had wrecked her door. Please tell me you aren't going to feed me to that beast of a dog! Mixie cried.