[Semi-Open, Arrival] Dreaming Wide Awake

[oyedeng]

WHO: Naomi Nagata, James Holden, Amos Burton, a Rescue Crew and OPEN
WHAT: A woman falls out of space and onto Thedas. Some damage is incurred, some recovery time is needed, some reunions are happening. Also: Space resident's first exposure to snow.
WHEN: Covering arrival, quarantine/recovery and first steps in a snowy Kirkwall
WHERE: Wounded Coast, Riftwatch Infirmary, Kirkwall
NOTES: If you want to continue any CWs for description of/discussion of injuries sustained, pain suffered, Holden being a sap

At first, there is nothing. She floats, as she has done all her life, when the ring gate decelerates everything in an instant, and Naomi is knocked out cold.

Her dream is a simple thing. To stand aboard the Rocinante, to hug Alex, to touch her forehead to Amos', to hold Holden close. To tell them all she has to say, and to be welcomed back.

Instead, she comes to when she falls, thin body impacting on hard ground, vision flooding with flickering green, and beyond... the horrifying sight not of metal, not even of the darkness between stars... but of a grey, cloudy sky.

[ ooc: Closed and Open Prompts in comments below. If you'd like to do something else or discuss handwaving/continuing TDM threads, feel free to shoot me a message: inkcharm or Discord: inkcharm#4573.

Please also take a gander at Naomi's Permissions/CWs/Opt-Outs as well as her Info post. ]

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[oyedeng]

Naomi hums in quiet agreement. Her hands are small and thin, but calloused rather than delicate or soft. The signs of someone working with their hands all their life. There are some scrapes on her palms, too, and some discolouration from her attempt to break a stumble. It's not bad, just slightly uncomfortable. Certainly not the worst Naomi's ever had.

"He's a good man like that," she says, and there's something soft and quiet in her voice and in her eyes. Holden has taken all her jagged edges and the cracks in her, the scar tissue left behind by someone else, and been a balm to it. He's not perfect, and neither is she, but they better each other, and Naomi still finds herself stunned at Holden rising above and beyond. She feels safe with him, and free. And that's not something Naomi will ever take for granted in a person again. "He lets me take my own risks and carry my own weight." There aren't enough words to express how much that means. Not after she's known what it's like to be eroded down to nothing by another. To be nothing and to have nothing, from means to friends to agency.

She wonders, what other people make of him. And what they make of her, in relation. It's nothing she concerns herself with too much - Naomi isn't someone who needs the approval of anyone she meets. But there are people here who care about Holden, and people he cares about. And that means something.

"I don't intend to cause him grief," Naomi says. The unspoken truth: There are things she might do that will cause him concern or grief, especially when the choice is between her safety and doing the right thing. But she likes to believe that Holden wouldn't have her any other way, too.