╰ * ⋆ ☾ NIGHTMARES ／ HE WALKS THE VOID.
the nightmares don’t come and go anymore; they’re a terrible constant in his life. there’s a weird state of sleep-wake that he’s fallen into on the daily, one in which he doesn’t even bother counting his fingers or trying to read. it’s better if he doesn’t know whether or not it’s actually real. stiles thinks he wakes up from another bad dream, but he’s not quite sure -- either way, his hands feel like they’re stained with blood; there’s a light stinging in his arms and chest from where he’s scratched himself in what he thinks was unconsciousness. he drags himself to the bathroom, turns on the light and stares into the mirror to assess the damage, but his gaze doesn’t follow his injuries. it instead settles on his face, the one he should recognise but doesn’t.
