You don't even know what you already knowiamthepasserbyJanuary 11 2017, 07:06:25 UTC
Sam has recurring dreams.
He's had nightmares since he can remember identifying "sleep" as a thing done, as a concept more than close-eyes-open-eyes with time and rest involved, and those are different. He can categorize his nightmares into several kinds: general night sweats, or flash backs, or vision-y (the worst), or else some mixture of the three (nevermind, THAT's the worst). Sometimes he just has vague, black thrills of terror with no images affiliated.
These aren't that.
Sam has recurring dreams of bitter flavor in his mouth. He opens his eyes to find he's lying on the ground on his left side, and delicate fingers are stroking his outstretched wrist along the vein. A voice hums idly, and the long fingers brush his pulse lightly, lithe and angular with nails that are black and skin grey like ash.
They're not nightmares, per se, just hazy and dark with light pressure against his skin, and a vague sense that something is wrong. They're not the worst dreams.
They aren't good ones, either.
Sam has recurring dreams, and in them he can always smell that meaty, metallic scent that he's come to associate with blood...
He's had nightmares since he can remember identifying "sleep" as a thing done, as a concept more than close-eyes-open-eyes with time and rest involved, and those are different. He can categorize his nightmares into several kinds: general night sweats, or flash backs, or vision-y (the worst), or else some mixture of the three (nevermind, THAT's the worst). Sometimes he just has vague, black thrills of terror with no images affiliated.
These aren't that.
Sam has recurring dreams of bitter flavor in his mouth. He opens his eyes to find he's lying on the ground on his left side, and delicate fingers are stroking his outstretched wrist along the vein. A voice hums idly, and the long fingers brush his pulse lightly, lithe and angular with nails that are black and skin grey like ash.
They're not nightmares, per se, just hazy and dark with light pressure against his skin, and a vague sense that something is wrong. They're not the worst dreams.
They aren't good ones, either.
Sam has recurring dreams, and in them he can always smell that meaty, metallic scent that he's come to associate with blood...
or magic.
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