[it's not a lie, though it hardly covers the whole of it. the dreams that come to him even while he's in the safety of another person's company are usually so... distorted and multi-faceted. those dreams have long fingers and reach into every bad spot at the same time, pulling and twisting through years and feelings... how do you describe a cacophonous symphony to someone who's barely heard music?
but the details start slipping away from him anyway, as the moments pass, and his body loosens up the less he's gripped by his own memory of the nightmare.] Mostly just a voice from the ground, like... There's a dead man who's bled into everything, and the sound just kind of...
[he raises one of his hands a little, sounding foggier by the second.] ...Follows? Like it's always there, and it wants me down there too...
[...he drops his hand back down on the pillow.] I dunno, it was scarier before I woke up.
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Dark places.
[it's not a lie, though it hardly covers the whole of it. the dreams that come to him even while he's in the safety of another person's company are usually so... distorted and multi-faceted. those dreams have long fingers and reach into every bad spot at the same time, pulling and twisting through years and feelings... how do you describe a cacophonous symphony to someone who's barely heard music?
but the details start slipping away from him anyway, as the moments pass, and his body loosens up the less he's gripped by his own memory of the nightmare.] Mostly just a voice from the ground, like... There's a dead man who's bled into everything, and the sound just kind of...
[he raises one of his hands a little, sounding foggier by the second.] ...Follows? Like it's always there, and it wants me down there too...
[...he drops his hand back down on the pillow.] I dunno, it was scarier before I woke up.