[ Peace does not erase the pain. Sometimes, it makes it louder.
The nightmares come with relative frequency, in spite of the gentle rays of spring and the calm winds of Crescentview, always a stark reminder of what came before. The screams of his brothers and sisters as the succumb to the dragon, of his soldiers as they fall, of the voice haunts him in a way he finds hard to put into words.
It is always the morning sun that eases the wounds, praise the Pale Tree and the goddess, but at times, the timing is not so kind to him.
Trahearne's start comes in the dead of night this time. He feels the sting on his chest, his wound still healing, and screams of the dying and the turned linger in his ears. It takes a moment for him to remember that reality is no longer his, and that he is okay now. Some nights, he doubts if he truly is, but the daytime always eases those doubts.
It is quiet. If Kaspar is still sleeping or out elsewhere, Trahearne does not bother to check. He gets from his bed and quietly leaves the room, exits the house, and wanders to a stump at the far end of their clearing. Here, the rays of the moon are the strongest. It is the best place for him to calm himself, to remind himself what life is, before he attempts sleep again. ]
🌸 for kaspar
The nightmares come with relative frequency, in spite of the gentle rays of spring and the calm winds of Crescentview, always a stark reminder of what came before. The screams of his brothers and sisters as the succumb to the dragon, of his soldiers as they fall, of the voice haunts him in a way he finds hard to put into words.
It is always the morning sun that eases the wounds, praise the Pale Tree and the goddess, but at times, the timing is not so kind to him.
Trahearne's start comes in the dead of night this time. He feels the sting on his chest, his wound still healing, and screams of the dying and the turned linger in his ears. It takes a moment for him to remember that reality is no longer his, and that he is okay now. Some nights, he doubts if he truly is, but the daytime always eases those doubts.
It is quiet. If Kaspar is still sleeping or out elsewhere, Trahearne does not bother to check. He gets from his bed and quietly leaves the room, exits the house, and wanders to a stump at the far end of their clearing. Here, the rays of the moon are the strongest. It is the best place for him to calm himself, to remind himself what life is, before he attempts sleep again. ]