⚡ Like fragments of a dream you remember

[quickgenius]

Who: Jesse Wells
Where: The Oasis, the Jungle, and the Pyramid.
When: Event catch-all
Rating: PG-13 should cover it, probably
Summary: Jesse is trekking through a desert and discovering a past life
The Story:
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⚡ OPEN They're locking up the sun

[quickgenius]

Undead pygmies. Jesse really didn’t expect the undead pygmies. But they’re there and they have a craving for her flesh. She wishes, a little bit distractedly as she races through the jungle from a small pack of them, for speed like Barry’s. It would be so much easier if she was a speedster. But she’s not, so all she can do is run as fast as she can and hope it’s fast enough.

And she’s doing all right... until she trips over what’s left of a Roman Legionnaire, sprawling forward on the ground. Panicked, she twists and scrambles backwards frantically, hand closing around the hilt of a sword. Probably belonging to the Legionnaire she just tripped over.

She doesn’t know what comes over her, or where it comes from, but the knowledge of how to use that sword washes over her, memories flickering through her head –

”Like this,” a familiar, fond voice murmurs in her ear, arms coming around her to correct her stance, how she’s holding the sword in her hands. Laughing softly she leans back into his embrace.

“I think you only offered to teach me swordplay to get close to me, Lord Knight,” she teases gently. It gives them a proper reason to spend time together, which is why he suggested it. They were close long before that, though. But he’s her knight, and the man she loves more than anything. She’s allowed to tease him.

“You disapprove, love?”

“On the contrary. I love the idea. And you.” She turns, pressing a long, lingering kiss to her lover’s lips.

Shock rolls through her as she sees the face of the man standing behind her, the man instructing her on the art of sword fighting in the memory. Cisco. It’s Cisco. But even as the shock takes her breath away she’s moving, rising to her feet and as the first undead pygmy lunges at her she slashes at it, cutting it aside as easily as breathing. And the next, and the one after that. Until they’re dealt with and she’s standing there, stunned.

“What the hell?”

[⚡ CLOSED: for Kenzi] Like I did way back when

[quickgenius]

The dreams are getting harder and harder to ignore. But she’s pretty sure they’re not just dreams anymore. They feel like more. She remembers the events of them in ways she shouldn’t, if they were just dreams.

Laughter, grabbing tightly to someone’s hand – to her sister’s hand – as they slip out of the castle and into town, disguised as simple townsfolk. They do things like this more often than they should, and their parents disapprove... when they find out. If they find out. Jessamine and her sister are very good at this. “I love you, sister-mine,” she murmurs softly.

She remembers that, remembers the laughter and the way her sister had hugged her, then. Sneaking into the town with no one the wiser and getting into trouble and running away to safety. She remembers all of it like it actually happened.

[⚡ CLOSED: for Cisco] Brighter than the sun when it used to blind me

[quickgenius]

Jesse moves through the safety of the pyramid, lost in the waking vision of her past life. There’s no longer any distinguishing herself from Jessamine’s memories, she is the young noble and the young noble is her.

She has to find him; they’re under attack and she cannot find her knight. They became separated in the battle and she has to find him. She cannot lose him. Gods she cannot lose him. Panicked and desperate, she runs, racing through the halls searching for her lover, the sword he’d gifted her clutched tightly in her hand.

[thisismadfreaky]

Cisco has slowly sunk deeper and deeper into the visions of the past life that has been playing out. He's so deep now there's no distinguishing himself now from the knight of another time.

The attacks are coming from all sides, it's a mess and he's lost her in it all. He's lost her and he's terrified that something has happened to her in the fray. He has no job of more import than to keep her safe, so he has to find her. Get her out of this mess and somewhere safe.

"Jessamine!" If she isn't hurt--or, he realizes very possibly worse--perhaps she will hear him.

[quickgenius]

Maybe it’s luck, maybe it’s something more, but through the din of battle she catches the faint sound of his voice, calling her name. And it draws her to a halt as relief so intense it chokes her wells up in her chest. He’s all right. He’s all right. She turns toward the sound, towards the direction it came from, picking up the skirt of her dress and running once more.

“Francisco!” She has to get to him. She has to find him. “Francisco!”

[thisismadfreaky]

As luck has it, he hears her as well and makes his way through the temple toward the sound. "Jessamine!" he calls for her again and when he turns a corner, it's like the breath is completely stolen from him as she's in his line of sight now.

Good. She'll be at his side and he won't worry because she'll always be safe with him. Just as she has always been.

[quickgenius]

It feels like a physical blow, when he comes around a corner and she can see for herself that he's all right, he's alive and Jessamine is so incredibly thankful. He means so much to her, and the thought of losing him is... devastating.

He's protected her, always protected her. Kept her safe. And he's by her side now and she can keep him safe, too. They're better together. "Oh thank god." And she races to him, throwing herself into his arms and holding him tightly.

[thisismadfreaky]

He rushes to meet her and holds her close as she throws her arms around him. “I thought I’d lost you,” he mumbles into her hair, wanting nothing more than the revel in this moment that he’s found her, that she’s safe, but… there isn’t time. They have to go.

“We must go. I have to get you somewhere safe.” Because even in the sweetest of moments, he has to never forget his promise, his duty to protect her. And the middle of a battle isn’t safe. He releases his hold on her and tugs gently on her hand for her to follow him.

[quickgenius]

They’re together. They can face anything if they’re together. She’s afraid, of course she’s afraid her home is under attack, but it’s bearable, now. She leans into him, presses against him and exhales raggedly. “And I you.” It will haunt her dreams. She doesn’t want to let go of him, doesn’t want to break the embrace, but it’s not safe for them here.

“I go where you go,” she murmurs softly; she will not leave his side. He tugs on her hand and she follows him, tangling their fingers together and holding fast.

[thisismadfreaky]

The battle continues among the as they move swiftly through the mess of people crowding the space. More than once, he has to fend off attackers, but he holds his own and manages deftly.

"It won't be much further now, my love." He promises.