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A little snippet of the beginning of my current wip for you guys :]
tw: mentions of drowning, panic, disorientation. (it's not too bad though)
Regulus thought that he had had enough of these damned nightmares, but apparently the universe thought otherwise. He once again woke up with a start, sweating, sitting bolt upright, clutching his sheets in a death grip, with wide eyes scanning the dark void of the almost unfamiliar room. For a moment he couldn't tell where he was, or if he was even awake.
He had dreamt of the sun, the moon, the stars- and the feeling of drowning. Of being unable to get to the surface, being pulled down further from the warm, smiling face of the sun by thin, bony hands, further into the cold, lightless depths.
Regulus' dreams never made any sense, always just flashes of different scenes, as if seeing the sunlight refract off the ocean's surface. He isn’t ready, though, for the sudden freezing cold that pounces on his bare arms, goosebumps rising up towards his shoulders before he ducks under the safety of the covers again. God, how he hates these freezing January mornings.