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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Deep asleep in the kind of slumber that came from a bone deep exhaustion, Theo barely twitched when Ernie took hold of him and whisked them back to Ernie's place. If he felt the spells healing his wounds he didn't show that he did, his sleep mercifully dream-free, but his defences not lashing out at Ernie as though his subconscious knew he was safe around the blond. Theo curled up when he was laid down in the bed, knees drawn up towards his chest and his hands brought in towards him too, his head bowed down towards them defensively, his entire sleeping posture made to guard himself if he had to wake to attack.

His peace didn't last very long though; whether Ernie's ministrations had just taken a while to disturb his uneasy sleep or just the strangeness of sleeping in a new place, or just because Theo's mind was more scar tissue and raw wound than healthy thought process, something stirred in that dark black place and Theo shifted in the bed as he slept. He nuzzled down into the covers, more like he was trying to hide than snuggling, reaching up and curling his hand into his hair roughly before twisting away with a low unhappy moan. He didn't say anything this time, didn't get up and start walking, but he did arch back with a gagging noise suddenly, his hands coming to claw at his throat like he was being throttled by hands that weren't visible. He kicked his legs like he was trying to kick his assailant away but unable to get a purchase, and he was just starting to go red when the pressure he wasn't under seemed to drop away from him just like that; he managed to gulp in a lungful of air and then yeah, there it was, then the screaming started.