Who: Constantine Rivers and Tristan Rivers What: The things that haunt us the most, haunt us at night Where: The bed the brothers share for no reason beyond snuggling When: Monday morning/Sunday night rating: low..high..incestual? Incomplete | closed
His breathing picked up, his heartbeat that slowly echoed in his chest began to speed up, thudding with anxiety. His pupils wriggled beneath his eyelids and he broke out in a cold sweat. His nightmares had come back. "Nnn," Taff mumbled, the sound half-commited, his moans leaking from his dreams, "nnn..no.. I...ssnnghtan."
He shivered and shifted, the dream getting worse, the darkness in his mind starting to choke him. He sucked in a deep breath and shook awake. Once again the darkness of the night confused him, and for a moment he thought himself trapped. He whimpered, cheeks wet with tears he hadn't known he'd been crying, and groped the bed for his brother. Tristan's weight and warmth beside him was comfort incarnate. Taff pressed himself against his older brother's back and sobbed silently, trying to shake the feeling of fear that lingered in him even where the memory of the nightmare was fading.