Knight-terrors. *open post*
He doesn't remember what the dream was, but he woke up in a cold sweat from it, and all day his hand has been hurting badly-the hand that isn't there anymore. They come every so often, these dreams that he can't remember with the phantom pain following. He can only imagine what the dream was.
So he's sitting outside in his usual spot under the trees. There's no flask visible, though it's probably nearby nonetheless. Every so often, almost unconsciously, he slaps the Stump with his hand in some sort of futile effort to remind his body that there's nothing there.
So he's sitting outside in his usual spot under the trees. There's no flask visible, though it's probably nearby nonetheless. Every so often, almost unconsciously, he slaps the Stump with his hand in some sort of futile effort to remind his body that there's nothing there.