Who: Sean Nast, Dorian Pavus, Jaime Vegas, Maevaris Tilani What: Nightmares, terrifying revelations, about par for the course with these guys When: Friday, early morning Where: Sean/Dorian/Jaime's rooms. Warnings: Apologies to all eardrums involved, at least he isn't Lydia? Status: Closed/On-going
Sean had stumbled home at some point in the morning, he wasn't sure when. He just knew that it was early enough to very much be considered morning -- the morning of day three since the incident with Dorian. Day three since he'd thrown himself at the man he loved and made an utter fool out of himself. But the others had been pointing things out at him for the past couple days. So many things.
So many things that maybe, just maybe, he should listen to. But God, he was so tired. So tired and so mentally and emotionally exhausted. He'd promised Savannah that he would go home and sleep for a while, that he would stop drinking at least long enough to think about it rationally, but he couldn't be rational if he didn't sleep. Except sleep meant the nightmares, those damnable nightmares. He thought maybe he could deal with them if he crawled into bed with Dorian, though. Poor Dorian, who was his heart and his everything, who he wanted desperately to be good enough for and who deserved so much better than a broken down sorcerer.
But all of it was stuff he could deal with after he'd hopefully gotten some sleep. Or at least some rest -- even if he couldn't sleep, he could at least curl up in bed. He felt safer with Dorian than with himself; he might at least be able to relax a little. Sleep came, though, with Sean curled up against Dorian's side like always.
It didn't take long for the nightmares to come.
The stairwell, all over again. Chris, aggressive at first, but not so bad. And then the aggression careening out of control. Slamming into him, over and over, relentlessly. Making him bleed. Making his mind go to that blank place, that empty place. That place where he hadn't cared what Chris did as long as he'd just kept doing it.
But then the subtle shift, the departure from reality. The sharp final end in one terrifying rush -- being flung down the stairs, hitting hard, a crack, his last brief thought an apology to Dorian.