a moment of weakness: terrors
@murdermiinded sent ‘a moment of weakness’ for a randomly generated scenario starter - 10 your muse catches mine crying out in their sleep from a nightmare
sleep traps him so easily, it pulls nicodemus deep within himself to places he doesn’t like to go. he doesn’t want to be here in this vivid vision. grotesque shapes, horrifying sounds, the scrape of metal on bone, and what his insides look like...
he screams, which is nothing new. everyone has become accustomed to the way nicodemus screams in his sleep. night terrors were the only thing that awaited his closed eyes. rest was never really restful but it was better than nothing.
his back bows away from his bed and he thrashes, shaking his bed, rattling the walls of the RV, but all the other domiciles stayed silent, they didn’t stir to go to him. not even orion, because they all knew so potently, there was nothing they could do to comfort him.
the summer breeze whips through the clearing, carrying his sounds of agony with it. nicodemus was suffering.
