#FOR SOME FORSAKEN REASON AND IM NOT EVEN JOKINGGGG I WAS TRYNA BE SILLY AND IT. DIDNT QUITE WORK... FULLY JUST UR CHILDREN NOW LMAOAO

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

Anchor stayed still for a bit, before slowly tilting his head to the side, to properly face the other.

"Just the usual, yeah... 'nd I like sleeping outside more, anyway. It really is nice out here... I like being outside."

Anchor replied, a brief moment of light in his eyes, though his voice remained soft and dull, almost.

"Yeah. Tha's fine. I'll be here all night, so you can stay 's long as you need, its okay."

He reassured, before rolling his head back to where it had been, lying still. Then, he shifted over slightly to the side, in an attempt to create space for Izem if he wanted to sit, or anything.

It went quiet again, but suddenly, silence didn't feel quite right anymore, not with the presence of someone else near, now. With a small breath, he spoke again.

"Can't get back to sleep either, or something..? I know nightmares 'n stuff do that a lot, don't they?"

(✨drabble but ALSO an open thread! Consider it both!!! Cw for mentions of blood, guts, implied manslaughter or homicide depending on how you read it... So um. Yeah?)

Blood. The sound of cracking bones. A spine-tingling scream of horror and agony and the sputtering and choking of someone's final breaths.

Izem looked down at his hands, the blood and guts dripping from them, seeming to flow endlessly like water.

He slowly looked back up at the faceless figures that surrounded him, their non-existent faces contorting in what he'd only assume to be horror.

"Sevens- what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"You murderer!"

"Holy shit... Is that-"

Izem swallowed as he stared down at the corpse of the person he had presumably just killed. The features were familiar, but not precise enough to answer his questions... Not when they were smashed against the pavement like that.

He began to shake uncontrollably. A memory played in his head while he stared down at the remains of someone's skull.

"I... But he- I was- you didn't see him!" Izem began to protest wildly, a vision of the past taking shape before him.

"Get him out of here before he hurts someone else!"

"To think... And a Noble's SON no less!"

Izem felt millions of hands begin to grab at him, pulling him down, down, down. A particularly wet hand wrapped itself around the back of his neck and began to pull hard.

"This is my revenge, pussycat. Ya thought ya could get away with this, didn't ya? But don't worry. The March family always wins in the end."

-

Izem shot up in a cold sweat, barely able to control his breathing. His pupils were wide as they darted around fearfully, tail lashing behind him.

'It was just a dream...' He thought, as the familiar surroundings of Savanaclaw began to register in his mind.

Despite the comfort of the familiar, though, Izem couldn't help but still feel the choking sensation that was pulling him down. He couldn't go back to sleep like this.

He practically threw himself from his bed and slipped on a pair of sandals. He was going to need to go for a walk.

[night-raven-miscellany]

Izem nodded as he delicately sat down beside Anchor.

"Yeah... You could say that." He replied. "Even worse when you think you've finally gotten over it and then it hits ya again outta nowhere..."

Izem blinked slowly as he continued to gaze out on the horizon. His breaths were noticeably shaky, despite having been up for a little while now.

He hated when this happened to him... It took him forever to calm down and just made everything a million times more awkward.

(✨drabble but ALSO an open thread! Consider it both!!! Cw for mentions of blood, guts, implied manslaughter or homicide depending on how you read it... So um. Yeah?)

Blood. The sound of cracking bones. A spine-tingling scream of horror and agony and the sputtering and choking of someone's final breaths.

Izem looked down at his hands, the blood and guts dripping from them, seeming to flow endlessly like water.

He slowly looked back up at the faceless figures that surrounded him, their non-existent faces contorting in what he'd only assume to be horror.

"Sevens- what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"You murderer!"

"Holy shit... Is that-"

Izem swallowed as he stared down at the corpse of the person he had presumably just killed. The features were familiar, but not precise enough to answer his questions... Not when they were smashed against the pavement like that.

He began to shake uncontrollably. A memory played in his head while he stared down at the remains of someone's skull.

"I... But he- I was- you didn't see him!" Izem began to protest wildly, a vision of the past taking shape before him.

"Get him out of here before he hurts someone else!"

"To think... And a Noble's SON no less!"

Izem felt millions of hands begin to grab at him, pulling him down, down, down. A particularly wet hand wrapped itself around the back of his neck and began to pull hard.

"This is my revenge, pussycat. Ya thought ya could get away with this, didn't ya? But don't worry. The March family always wins in the end."

-

Izem shot up in a cold sweat, barely able to control his breathing. His pupils were wide as they darted around fearfully, tail lashing behind him.

'It was just a dream...' He thought, as the familiar surroundings of Savanaclaw began to register in his mind.

Despite the comfort of the familiar, though, Izem couldn't help but still feel the choking sensation that was pulling him down. He couldn't go back to sleep like this.

He practically threw himself from his bed and slipped on a pair of sandals. He was going to need to go for a walk.