Jameson William Kemp (flare_star) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2014-03-01 04:11:00 |
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Current mood: | cold |
Entry tags: | jameson kemp, lena rainmayr, thomas kemp |
Who: Jamie, Thomas, Lena
What: Nightmares are fucking awful
When: Early Saturday morning
Where: Kemp house
Warnings: Discussion of past torture and attempted assault, language, TBD
When Jamie slept, he usually did so very deeply, and he rarely remembered his dreams. That had changed in the aftermath of his captivity. For the first few weeks, he woke at the slightest movement or sound, and usually needed a few minutes to reassure himself that no, he was not back in that warehouse. As time went on, he was able to get closer to his regular sleeping patterns, with a few scattered incidents here and there. He hadn't had one for a while, and was sort of hoping he was on a streak of good nights.
No such luck, apparently.
He was back in the warehouse, pressed against the concrete wall, Beelzebub's fingers in his hair, the demon's face inches from his own. Threatening to let him find out what his dad had gone through.
That was usually when Jamie woke up, and he was glad, because he had a suspicion that his brain would warp reality into an even worse nightmare, and he didn't need that dancing behind his eyelids, thanks. But he wasn't getting back to sleep any time soon, so he headed to the kitchen to get some water, curling up in a chair in front of the counter.