[It's a good thing Asch hasn't gone to sleep yet. Because along with the events of the day come the terrors of night, especially since it's so dark in the room. Luke had clutched his doll close and ducked under the blankets, and that had helped a little... but it didn't ease his mind. Thus, his consciousness provided the unease he was trying to ward off.
He dreamed of the dark, of waking up cold and not knowing a thing about the world. Of someone crying next to him, though he couldn't reach out to him... Of his wrist suddenly being twisted by a hand made of ice, of terrifying blue eyes that seemed to bear down on him, a scowl as the grip suddenly loosened, only for him to hit hard, solid ground. The ghosts that would flicker in and out of sight were suddenly close to him, reaching out and threatening him, and all of them had the same eyes as that man, and no matter how much he tried to get away, they were everywhere-
Even in his dream, he let out a scream and covered his head to try and get away from them all. He didn't seem to realize that this was happening outside of his dream as well.]
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He dreamed of the dark, of waking up cold and not knowing a thing about the world. Of someone crying next to him, though he couldn't reach out to him... Of his wrist suddenly being twisted by a hand made of ice, of terrifying blue eyes that seemed to bear down on him, a scowl as the grip suddenly loosened, only for him to hit hard, solid ground. The ghosts that would flicker in and out of sight were suddenly close to him, reaching out and threatening him, and all of them had the same eyes as that man, and no matter how much he tried to get away, they were everywhere-
Even in his dream, he let out a scream and covered his head to try and get away from them all. He didn't seem to realize that this was happening outside of his dream as well.]