The Grimm Cadet Academy {Remake}

⊰ Nikki Skov ⊱​

Startled by the sudden touch, Nikki gasped and turned to see Gracie standing there. "Hey there," Nikki said, smiling softly despite feeling groggy. She probably looked a complete mess to her friend with dirt still on her face and clothes, her eyes weary looking and her hair in a mess.

When she met those bright blue eyes, Nikki's smile falter. Something was on Gracie's mind... "What's up?" Nikki asked softly, looking over at the others. They would be fine without her, Rosie had it under control and Alastiar would be just fine. She then looked back to her friend. "Do you want to leave the room?" she asked lowly, standing up straight away from the window.

 

"Curiosity killed the cat, so am I next?"​

Gracie lead Nikki outside of the bustling room into a quiet hallway, but still, she spoke in a low tone. "Nikki, I've been having these... nightmares, about my family." The young girl paused, and gulped. "They keep getting worse, and I don't know what to do!" Gracie's tone began to rise each time she spoke. "It's like these flashbacks, always returning to that terrible night." She took a deep breath. "Did you know that I have these nightmares every night? Do you know what it feels like, to be forced to relive again and again the saddest day in your life!?" Gracie now began shouting, losing control of herself. "It's like living in an eternal hell! I'm afraid to fall asleep because I know that they will keep coming. It feels like something is crawling through my brain, and I just want it to stop!She stomped her feet, then fell to her knees in tears.​

 

⊰ Nikki Skov ⊱​

All she could do was just watch helplessly as her friend collapsed on the floor in an emotional heap. That was like the way she was when she first came here, and seeing it played out in front of her was very daunting... Fighting against her flashback, she winced as she carefully knelt on the floor next to Gracie and wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl. Her shoulder screamed in protest, but she bit back the pain and pulled Gracie close to her.

"Shhh..." She didn't say a word, for she figured that Gracie need some time to cry it out and let it out. And it was better if she didn't say anything at all for the moment. She just hugged the younger girl, almost as if she was the older sister in this situation. She knew that Gracie was struggling so much right now with everything and her heart ached that she couldn't much for her but just hold her and try to soothe her. "I'm here," she whispered. "I'm right here..."

 

"Curiosity killed the cat, so am I next?"​

Gracie clutched onto Nikki's arm, unintentionally digging her nails into her. She looked up at Nikki, a steady stream of tears running down her cheek."I won't be able to do this much longer," Gracie murmured through her sniffles. "It's just too much to bare." She coughed. "Oh please Nikki, is there anything you can do to help?" She then adverted her gaze from Nikki and onto the floor.

Detaching one of her arms from her friend, the helpless girl clutched her chest over her heart. The pain was unbearable. It was as if her heart was set aflame, and all she could do was nothing and watch it swallow her from the inside out.​

 

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OOC: I wrote a novel guys ~

"Oh come now, my dear. You wouldn't tell him, now would you?" he said to Anastasia with a smile appearing on his face. She giggled lightly, "No, of course not silly ~" she replied. "Ah, but where are my manners," and he placed his cup back to the table, "I welcome you. Why don't you come join me? Although I do apologize in advance. It seems this left arm of my just won't budge." Anastasia noted the change in the lighting of the sky, Ally was getting a little out of hand.

"Ah, so where was I . . . Ah, yes. Like I said, come enjoy a cup of tea with me." he continued to tell her, and the white-haired girl began walking to the lovely table with a skip in bare-footed step, "Although this arm of mine will hinder me a bit, it shouldn't be much of a problem."

She took a seat on Ally's left side, observing his arm closely. In his suit, she could see the stitching between the sleeve and the vest was loose, nearly to the point where the sleeve was going to come off completely. In this dream, the suit was his skin, the sleeve was his arm, and his arm that was the sleeve was going to fall off. Anastasia's face contorted into determination, "Ally," she began with a slightly serious look, "I'm going to fix the stitching of your suit, if you don't mind ~"

The pale girl didn't wait for an answer and stood just as quickly as she had sat down, she hopped up from the chair that had turned pure silver when she sat down. A few steps later and she was on Alastair's left side. Swiftly, she brought her right index finger up to her teeth and quickly bit it, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Anastasia hated blood. Red blood, that is, the blood of nearly all but herself - her blood was white, and rightly so, for the White Queen could not have anything of color trespass into her body. Except for Rosie's yummy and delicious food! But that was for another time.

The blood slowly dripped from her pale, lithe finger, almost as if time was running in half-time. When Anastasia deemed that enough had come out of her, she brought up her left hand and began to manipulate her blood, having it sink into the gap between Alastair's sleeve and vest, and then coating the loose stitching. she quickly moved her fingers around all of the loose stitching and watched intently as the gap began to close more and more.

Soon, the gap was closed completely. The stitching wasn't perfect, and Anastasia pouted at that, but she was still getting used to meddling with people's dreams, she'd like to see you try!

"Ally," she started gently, popping back into her silver seat, "Why don't you try moving your arm? I think it's kinda better now ~"
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⊰ Nikki Skov ⊱​

Nikki pulled Gracie against her chest and then began to stroke the girl's hair, trying to soothe her troubled soul. She was tortured like this too, once upon a time. Fire still made her stomach turn, and seeing the scars on her arms made her cringe every time at the memory that plagued her. Nikki sighed out, laying her head gently on the other girl's head as she collected her thoughts. Anastasia was better at this than her... so was Rosie. Why did Gracie come to her? But then again, maybe she could do something.

"I think Anastasia would be a bigger help than me," she said, trying to hide the doubt on her voice. "But I can try something. When I first came here, I learned how to soothe my mind so I could go to sleep... I had pretty bad dreams too. Maybe I can help you out..." Nikki lifted her head from Gracie's and smiled down at her, still stroking her hair. "Do you want me to try something now? It won't make you tired, it'll hopefully just help you to relax..."

 

"Curiosity killed the cat, so am I next?"​

Gracie nodded her head vigorously."Anything, please. I'll do anything, just make the nightmares and pain go away! I don't want to be tethered to it anymore, I'm like a leashed dog."Her breathing became heavier as visions from her nightmares began pouring into her mind.

occ: Short post is short. D:​

 

“hm ah yes I’ve been meaning to deal with this annoying suit of my. It’s one of my favorite so it will be much appreciated if you could fix this suit of mine†Alastair said oblivious to the relevance that the suit had to his damaged arm.

Moving his head to the left to view the girl, Alastair immediately raised an eyebrow in bewilderment as the girl bit her finger and caused blood to come out. For her to cut herself when she was merely fixing his suit, this action slightly confused the mad hare. The fact that white blood seeped out was not actually a worry. For a world with a purple sky and trees with a black trunk and red leaves, white blood only seemed natural.

Smiling, Alastair watched as Anastasia fixed his suit with her blood. Though not the best repair it still pleased him to see it being repaired. What Anastasia said next only made him raise his eyebrow. “That’s pointless this arm of mine is unable to-“ Alastair began to say but immediately stopped speaking as he slowly gazed down at his left arm that began to slightly twitch. “Pain…I feel pain, but still…it can slightly move†Alastair said I bit stunned by the sudden revival of his arm.

 

Rosie watched silently as Anastasia went to sleep next to Alastair. She had heard that Anastasia can wander into others' dreams, though she herself wasn't so sure if that were true. Rosie had never had many dreams. Whenever she went to bed, all she saw was darkness. Calm, peaceful darkness. Surely that'd be a particularly boring place to wander into for Anastasia. Thus, she had somewhat doubted Anastasia's abilities. But now she had to trust them. And to her amazement, after a minute, Alastair's flesh restored itself in his arm. Rosie stood up in shock from the sight. That was not what she expected from this. Then again, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to expect. But as promised, Alastair's arm was completely healed, just about save for a few second degree burns. "Wow...it's a miracle..." whispered Rosie. Though I wonder if he's in deep pain. To suddenly have your nerves burned to ash and revived again, it's got to be painful, right?

 

⊰ Nikki Skov ⊱​

Not waiting any longer, Nikki touched Gracie's forehead as gently as she could. Small rays of light escaped from under Nikki's fingers, and then they began to glow a soft golden color. Nikki closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose, instantly smelling the earth, the fragrance of wild flowers of all kinds, the rain, everything that was calming. "You're in a sanctuary," Nikki spoke softly, keeping her eyes closed and her hand on Gracie's head. "Nothing bad can enter in... It's just you and anyone else you want with you. You are surrounded by fireflies, and cherry blossoms from the tall cherry tree you're standing next to. A brook is babbling close by, the air is warm and peaceful..."

Nikki could see the vision that she was talking about and smiled softly as she could see exactly what she was describing. "Gracie... what else is there? What do you want to be there?" Her Calming Touch, Nikki hoped it was working.

 

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"Pain . . . I feel pain, but still . . . It can slightly move," Anastasia heard the slightly stunned tone to his voice and smiled brightly, hopping back into her silver chair, reaching for a small vanilla white cake with lovely buttercream frosting. She then grabbed a silver fork and began to eat the sweet happily, "I think that you'll feel pain for just a little while, Ally . . . But you'll be okay." She had to be careful with what she said, it was never a good idea to tell anyone that they were dreaming, because bad things could happen.

When she was little, the Red Queen had told her to be careful with her powers over dreams, and even though Anastasia didn't like her now, she still listened because of the one mistake in which had resulted in something horrible happening . . . Anastasia tried not to visibly shiver.

After finishing a cup of tea and her little, delicious white cake, Anastasia hopped up from the silver chair, "I'm going now Ally ~" she told him, "I'll see you again soon, okay?" And without waiting for an answer, the White Queen disappeared into the forest of Ally's dream, walking until everthing around her faded black.

What felt like just ten minutes later, Anastasia's white eyes opened to find that Rosie had been watching over the two of them since she had gone into his dreams. She sat up and gave a small yawn, stretching out her pale arms, "Hi Rosie!" she said with a happy vigor, "I fixed Ally! Kinda, anyway . . . He's gonna need to rest and then a real medical person to fix the rest of his arm, 'kay?"​

 

Alastair calmly smiled as he took a sip of his tea "ah very well then I..." Alastair said opening his eyes to bid farewell to the girl but stopped mid sentence. "ah she went and poofed away, such an interesting girl she is" Alastair said as he placed his empty cup on the table before him. Raising his left hand he placed it in front of him and stared at it as he leaned his chair back a bit. With each movement of the hand the more pain he bore. If this were reality he wouldn't have been able to endure it but in the mad hare's dreams he just had to confirm the arm was alive. Lowering the arm Alastair placed his right hand over his face and let out a crazed laugher as his eyes stared up at the darkening purple sky. He laughed his head off until he could laugh anymore. For him, his dreams were the only place he allowed himself to laugh like this, to let out his other nature that he burried away in reality. Now was the time to dream until he could soon awaken