[Open] Turning All His Dreams

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and You
WHAT: Phase II Hallucinations
WHEN: What is time when your lyrium addiction is kicking your butt? In the middle of Phase II
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Warnings for Graphic Violence.

You might find him anywhere, honestly. No one is quite sure how he keeps managing to get out of the healer's tents, but there James is. Sitting in the dining hall, blue tinged and wide-eyed. In his office, in his rooms, in the courtyard. Interceptor is always with him, whining with worry until someone comes along to drag him back to the healer tents, and drug him back to sleep once more.

Yet it seems like he has never left his dreams. He has refused to take any lyrium, and so now, he is talking to people who are not there -- and ignoring the ones who are. At least, until they make themselves known, and then he's introducing them to ghosts from the past. Some possibly still living, but most of them dead.

After all, if you are going to go through withdrawl, might as well take the most interesting and horrifying journey, yes?

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[judgemewhole]

He put his face into his hands, and breathed and out. Steadying himself, until the images faded back and he was just in Inessa's office.

"... please help me back to the infirmary."

[circleprodigy]

"Of course." Garahel whines a little as Inessa moves to stand, watching her intently, but the dizzy spell hasn't returned and she's able to remain upright. She offers a hand to James, patiently waiting until he's ready to take it.

[judgemewhole]

Interceptor also barked with some concern, before he gets up to support them both with his broad back. James, for his part, wavers as he gets to his feet, but he does manage to get to his feet.

[circleprodigy]

Inessa relaxes as James' effort is met with success, then loops an arm around his, gesturing to the door. "Onward, then. And it's alright if we cannot manage a brisk pace. I'll reach our destination eventually."