#garmthehellhound

Garm enjoys having tea with Marina, ever since he started work as her bodyguard. His Irish blend with extra honey is quite delicious and pairs well with the biscuits.

He was staring at nothing, wordlessly moving the eggs around on his plate.

“Couldn’t sleep well.” He mumbled out.

Dark placed her hand on his.

“Love, I can tell whenever you’re not telling me the full truth. You’re a terrible liar.”

“I had a bad dream.” He said after a minute

Wordlessly she got up from the table and embraced him, cradling her head against her.

“You know you can always tell me these things, love.” She said and stroked his hair.

“I know, but- it was... I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“Try to tell me what happened.” She said

“I was walking in some underground chamber. It was cold and dry. Like I was far below a desert maybe. I found... a sarcophagus? Or a tomb? I don’t know how else to describe it. It was massive, larger than even me when I’ve fully transformed. My footsteps echoed but seemed muffled by the darkness. As I got closer, I saw the sarcophagus was open. And I realized suddenly I wasn’t alone.”

“Connor.” Dark said

Connor swallowed and continued.

“I turned ready for a fight, but I had no weapons, and I felt... like it was taking something from me. I was transforming, but my powers were leaking out of me, it was taking my very being out of my body... and eating it. It was like my own soul was being taken from me, used against me, and being eaten.”

“Connor!” Dark said louder

“It felt like I was being violated in a horrible way and I was food for this... thing!”

“Connor you’re squeezing me too hard!” Dark said louder

He realized then that he was gripped on so tightly to her waist it was almost a death grip.

He let go and looked into Dark’s face before burying his head into her shirt. He began to sob, like he had when he was small.

“Shhhh.” Dark soothed, “it’s okay.”

He slowly got up and went to the bathroom, he splashed some water in his face and took a cold drink of water and tried to remember his dream. Something about a tomb or vast underground structure far below the earth above a desert. And there was something sleeping there, waiting, something thought long dead and forgotten by the eons.

In his dream he’d seen what was down there, something that was greater than even he was. He’d tried to transform his body but found that his power leaked out like a siev and went directly to... whatever it was. And it turned great hollow eyes on him, and what he felt was something he only felt as a child. True terror of a child.

Connor took another drink of water and took a deep breath before going back to bed. Getting under the covers, Dark rolled onto her side placing her head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth.