#casey.

thinkin casey thoughts rn actually:

It’s her scream, it’s always her scream, one he didn’t actually hear, one he wasn’t sure she let out. But his unconcious mind is telling him that she did that night her life was taken, that she screamed for help, and it resonates in his ears in his dream.  It’s her face too, flashes before his eyes before he’s being shaken awake by Casey next to him, eyes blinking open, he feels out of breath, he can feel the sweat dripping down his brow. He looks over at the clock first, 4:30 am, and then at Casey, tired, confused, and probably worried, eyes, staring back at him. “You don’t want to know,” he says immediatly, because she doesn’t want or need to know what haunts him. He’s scared they will haunt her too, if she finds out. If she sees all of him.   ‘Lie to me then,’  she says and Elias’ brows furrow, because it’s a strange request, but also an impossible one. He hates lying to her. He can’t do it.  He had promised he wouldn’t ever again. He lets out a small huff of breath and looks at her, thinking before he shrugs “It was Maia. It happens sometimes, the dreams about her, after...” and he stops, because yeah, after.  That’s all that really needs to be said there. He scrubs a hand over his face, tired but he probably won’t be able to sleep now, not after that.Not after his brain tore him awake with nightmares of a lost love, over unanswered quesitons. It’s not the only thing that haunts his dreams, but it’s been the most prevelent lately, her face flashes before her eyes sometimes even when he’s awake, a sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought of not knowing. Of letting something happen to her at all.  He reaches over and squeezes Caseys shouler, plants a kiss there, too. He needs to get moving, he can’t sit here with this weight right now.