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tongueamokWho: Glacius (glacius) & Carlisle Longinmouth (tongueamok)
What: It's about time the two (now) roommates discuss what haunts them when they're not awake.
Where: Spire 2, 401 - Glacius' apartment and kind of Carlisle's, too
When: December 17th, night
Warnings: PG-13 for disturbing imagery (probably)
When a man lived with as many fears as Carlisle, a restful night's sleep was not something so easily obtained. His dreams were usually dotted with their fair share of nightmarish imagery: the colorless, barren land his soul would be damned to upon death; a vampire ripping out his throat, only to raise him as a thrall; the Inquisitors and their masks, emotionless as ink poured from his mouth, suffocating him. This night, it had been the abominable insects that devoured his father alive -- in the dream, they emerged from the dark shadows of the room, thousands of them swarming him, crawling into his skin and beneath his nails, their spindly legs emerging from his nostrils and mouth, pushing out his eyes and—
He awoke with a jolt, brushing at his arms as he fought the sweat running down him, as well as that crawling feeling that often accompanied such bug-filled nightmares. It would pass once he caught his breath and his heart stopped pounding, the thundering so loud that it seemed to rumble through him. It wasn't until he heard that rumble again that he realized it wasn't coming from him at all, but the room adjacent to his: Glacius' room.
( Continued. )
glacius) & Carlisle Longinmouth (tongueamok)What: It's about time the two (now) roommates discuss what haunts them when they're not awake.
Where: Spire 2, 401 - Glacius' apartment and kind of Carlisle's, too
When: December 17th, night
Warnings: PG-13 for disturbing imagery (probably)
When a man lived with as many fears as Carlisle, a restful night's sleep was not something so easily obtained. His dreams were usually dotted with their fair share of nightmarish imagery: the colorless, barren land his soul would be damned to upon death; a vampire ripping out his throat, only to raise him as a thrall; the Inquisitors and their masks, emotionless as ink poured from his mouth, suffocating him. This night, it had been the abominable insects that devoured his father alive -- in the dream, they emerged from the dark shadows of the room, thousands of them swarming him, crawling into his skin and beneath his nails, their spindly legs emerging from his nostrils and mouth, pushing out his eyes and—
He awoke with a jolt, brushing at his arms as he fought the sweat running down him, as well as that crawling feeling that often accompanied such bug-filled nightmares. It would pass once he caught his breath and his heart stopped pounding, the thundering so loud that it seemed to rumble through him. It wasn't until he heard that rumble again that he realized it wasn't coming from him at all, but the room adjacent to his: Glacius' room.
( Continued. )
