[ Tonight... tonight his dreams are more nebulous than they often are, but they still nonethelese grip him with the same distress they often do, the same fear and doubt that he can beat back without breaking a sweat when he's awake. Now, however...he's not so fortunate, and it shows in the way his features tense in his sleep, his breathing erratic. It's not enough for him to wake himself, but his tension is palpable.
At his side, his hand closes into a tight fist, fingernails pressing prints into his palm. Wherever his mind his, it's far away from this cozy little corner of the cosmos, in a blanket fort shared with someone dear to him. ]
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At his side, his hand closes into a tight fist, fingernails pressing prints into his palm. Wherever his mind his, it's far away from this cozy little corner of the cosmos, in a blanket fort shared with someone dear to him. ]