Wearily, Wearily, Wearily, Wearily, Life Is But A Dream... [Calypso/Rasuca]

Calypso noticed the tendrils forming out from her presence gain a strange white line as she admitted her feelings, golden tears trickling down from her face. She was beginning to understand, but she still felt hesitance, and in that hesitance the tendrils continued to lash out. Calypso hadn't a clear idea how to handle this, she never had her presence directly affect another's dream without her intent. She wouldn't want to hurt Rasuca, right?

She was in a position to think, despite her scarcely-detailed form, til she heard a different kind of yell, prompting her to look up and see the much older looking Rasuca, noticing his strong resilience to her negative feeling-fueled appendages.

"I'm not doing it on purpose, I promise!" Caly's voice almost sounded raspy, which was a strange thing for her, but it only made sense considering her emotional distress in this moment, "I wouldn't want to hurt you!"

A sense of frowning came from her little form as Rasuca continued to speak, sighing and lowering her head, "R-Rasuca, I'll talk, I promise, I won't lie to you, I just didn't want to hurt you, but... If.. Not doing it hurts you then.. I'll talk, please.."

She was only further stressed by Rasuca presenting what.. Reminded her of her own body, being present on his face. She didn't know what this meant, but regardless, she walked towards him til she was standing directly in front of him, which wouldnt be much considering she'd be far, far shorter than him.

"..I.. I.. Since the war.. No. Since I was born, I've had so many scary things happen to me.. I just.. All i've wanted to do was just, help other people and live... So.. Why am I so bad at that? Why can't I do anything?!"

She hugged his leg, golden tears continuing to fall, "..I've just felt so much hurt, and so many things have happened, and it's just happened so quickly.. And.. I.. I don't know what to do.. I keep feeling like i've finally managed to come out of my shell, but then something happens to remind me that I just.. I'm not anywhere.. What even am I supposed to be at this point..? I didn't get to have a childhood like you are to figure myself out.."

Rasuca's eyes narrowed at the words that she spoke, widening slightly as he took a step back from Calypso. "Not on purpose. But still doing it." He replied, watching her as another tendril lashed out at him, his hands deftly redirecting it away from himself. Truth be told, Rasuca also had no idea exactly what was going on. For a creature who lived almost entirely off of the emotional landscapes of the people around himself, though, he still had to react to it.

Rasuca's dreamscape was where he was supposed to feel safest. His dreams were always bright and full of light and care, a result of his upbringing and his own determination. However, within that space, Calypso now stood. While she herself was not manipulating or changing the dream that she now inhabited, the emotional spectrum she brought with her did. Rasuca was extremely sensitive to the emotional states of others; as a child, body language was one of the primary ways he used to communicate. The moment she had arrived in his dream, which should have been pure light - she brought her negativity with her. Negativity that Rasuca lacked the self-control to ignore. Hence his dream had shifted, changing, reflecting how she made him feel, what he thought was happening to him.

A part of why it was so potent was also due to how close the two were.

That was best represented by the presence of her own body on his face. Calypso likely was not in the kind of mood for critical thought, but when one considered how Rasuca's symbiosis with others worked, and the fact that part of her was present on him… it would be child's play to determine that every unusual thing on his body came from someone else. His mother's eyepatch; his father's cloak and serpent.

She stepped closer to him, his eyes widening as two of the tendrils came toward him. This time, though, it seemed much easier for him to deflect them, the serpent coming out of his spine gripping onto one with a death grip, pinning it down. "Better." He breathed out, looking down at the miniature creature in front of him. Before Calypso's eyes, a golden aura formed around his own body, listening to her words, the tendrils smashing against that gold aura instead of his skin.

His eyes looked down, seeing her coming closer. His golden aura flickered for a moment, letting her grip onto his leg… …! A dark twinge surged through the landscape, the sky darkening as Rasuca's aura grew substantially, pushing down directly onto Calypso's body. "Why… are you… not angry?" He asked her, the golden aura growing in intensity now. "No control. Just emotion. Just riding emotion. Helpless. Child." That word came back at her, the red twinge in the sky brightening a bit at the same time as the pressure from Rasuca's body intensified.

"Yourself." At that word, the aura spiked, the darkness in the sky dispersing even further. "Yourself, but not… saying so. No control. Hurting me. Panicking. No control over happy. No control over sad. No determination. Calypso…" Her name, filling the space around them. "Undetermined. Not choosing to cry. Just crying. Not choosing to hurt. Just hurting… Like Sonny told me not to."

Unlike the other times Rasuca had finished talking, though, his aura did not bare down on her more forcefully when he finished those words. Perhaps it was because he had borrowed someone else's philosophy, and was still calling it as such. Or perhaps it was because he simply did not feel it as much. In any case, he did not push away Calypso on his leg, but he also could feel the sweat on the back of his neck, the danger she was presenting to his sense of self. From where he was sitting, she was trying to drag him into his chaos, make him feel like her. Just like…

She had…