The demon Amaris haunts Thomas’ dreams more often that he will ever admit, because he is too proud and he doesn't want his loved ones to know the power she has over him. It is a struggle every day just to get the things she did to him out of his mind and at night he has no defences. He has no husband to smile at him, his expression reassuring. He has no children around him to distract him with ever more curious questions about the world. He is alone with his dreams and she always finds him.

Lost and Found )
The demon Amaris haunts Thomas’ dreams more often that he will ever admit, because he is too proud and he doesn't want his loved ones to know the power she has over him. It is a struggle every day just to get the things she did to him out of his mind and at night he has no defences. He has no husband to smile at him, his expression reassuring. He has no children around him to distract him with ever more curious questions about the world. He is alone with his dreams and she always finds him.

Lost and Found )
It happened less often now that Spectre and Samson were working through their differences. Now that Spectre didn't fear being found by Samson and carried back to Glasgow to be punished for his way of life, didn't fear waking up in that same room, in that same bed...he didn't have regular nightmares of that very occurrence taking place. The odd one did slip through, however, distressing the angel if only in his sleep.

Now and Then )
It happened less often now that Spectre and Samson were working through their differences. Now that Spectre didn't fear being found by Samson and carried back to Glasgow to be punished for his way of life, didn't fear waking up in that same room, in that same bed...he didn't have regular nightmares of that very occurrence taking place. The odd one did slip through, however, distressing the angel if only in his sleep.

Now and Then )
Smoke coated the inside of Peter's nostrils, making breathing quite a difficult matter indeed. Smoke and ash surrounded him, obscuring his view of everything that was not within six feet of him in every direction. Ash rained down on him from above, and it coated everything that did come within his view with eerie greyness. His eyes were red and they stung, and Peter had to keep them trained on the concrete at his feet with his eyes opened no wider than tiny slits. His lungs laboured with the lack of fresh air, and everywhere around him he could hear Things in the distance. Moving. Breathing. Rumbling. Watching him.

Welcome to my Nightmare )
Smoke coated the inside of Peter's nostrils, making breathing quite a difficult matter indeed. Smoke and ash surrounded him, obscuring his view of everything that was not within six feet of him in every direction. Ash rained down on him from above, and it coated everything that did come within his view with eerie greyness. His eyes were red and they stung, and Peter had to keep them trained on the concrete at his feet with his eyes opened no wider than tiny slits. His lungs laboured with the lack of fresh air, and everywhere around him he could hear Things in the distance. Moving. Breathing. Rumbling. Watching him.

Welcome to my Nightmare )
Thomas tried to stay awake there, beside his sister, Abby, but her presence was so soothing and that and his blissfully full stomach pulled heavily at his eyelids. His mind swam through layers of fog, though it was a relaxing and peaceful feeling and he let himself drift there, feeling safe and warm here. He was all too aware that danger lay just on the other side of consciousness, but his painless drifting felt too good to deny himself. It was too hard to stay awake.

Trapped )
Thomas tried to stay awake there, beside his sister, Abby, but her presence was so soothing and that and his blissfully full stomach pulled heavily at his eyelids. His mind swam through layers of fog, though it was a relaxing and peaceful feeling and he let himself drift there, feeling safe and warm here. He was all too aware that danger lay just on the other side of consciousness, but his painless drifting felt too good to deny himself. It was too hard to stay awake.

Trapped )
Amaris was going to kill him. Thomas knew that now. She would be the death of him. His escape back to his family had been a dream. He had never left that dank hole in the middle of nowhere. Morgana and Jeremy hadn't found him. He was still there. That was why he hadn't gained weight even through the best efforts Peter's hospital, Deirdre and his spouses had. His mind had come up with a delusion to explain his continued starvation. Some bullshit reason like his metabolism had sped up. He knew it was utter crap, but part of him was thankful for it. He was thankful for the delusion. The compensation. Anything was better than the truth. That no matter how long he held out, Amaris was going to finish him off in the end. No one knew he was missing. Aurelia wasn't dead. She was still pretending to be him. Still enjoying the hospitality of his loved ones in his place. His safety was an illusion. All just a dream.

Slipping )
Amaris was going to kill him. Thomas knew that now. She would be the death of him. His escape back to his family had been a dream. He had never left that dank hole in the middle of nowhere. Morgana and Jeremy hadn't found him. He was still there. That was why he hadn't gained weight even through the best efforts Peter's hospital, Deirdre and his spouses had. His mind had come up with a delusion to explain his continued starvation. Some bullshit reason like his metabolism had sped up. He knew it was utter crap, but part of him was thankful for it. He was thankful for the delusion. The compensation. Anything was better than the truth. That no matter how long he held out, Amaris was going to finish him off in the end. No one knew he was missing. Aurelia wasn't dead. She was still pretending to be him. Still enjoying the hospitality of his loved ones in his place. His safety was an illusion. All just a dream.

Slipping )
Thomas Littleton was hanging, suspended from a ceiling by his wrists. He was chained so that he could touch the floor only by standing on his tip-toes. He was barechested and his skin was covered in lacerations, and he was trembling and muttering gibberish. It sounded like begging...

Visions of the Future )
Thomas Littleton was hanging, suspended from a ceiling by his wrists. He was chained so that he could touch the floor only by standing on his tip-toes. He was barechested and his skin was covered in lacerations, and he was trembling and muttering gibberish. It sounded like begging...

Visions of the Future )
Peter was sitting behind a desk, with veritable mountains of paperwork in front of him. He was working his way through, as diligently as always. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do here.

"Are you ever going to take a break, Father Kemp?" A voice from the doorway asked. Peter looked up and he smiled tiredly at his friend Father Charles Hollister. There was no joy behind Peter's expression, however. There very rarely was. Kindness and honesty, but no joy.

Random dream memories are random )
Peter was sitting behind a desk, with veritable mountains of paperwork in front of him. He was working his way through, as diligently as always. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do here.

"Are you ever going to take a break, Father Kemp?" A voice from the doorway asked. Peter looked up and he smiled tiredly at his friend Father Charles Hollister. There was no joy behind Peter's expression, however. There very rarely was. Kindness and honesty, but no joy.

Random dream memories are random )
Thomas' birthday had been wonderful. Almost his entire family had come to be with him, and his best friend had been well enough to share it with him. Mara was back. Jordan was going to be fine. And Mary was here. Thomas had spent the previous year at a Spectre concert in Wolverhampton and they had had sucha wonderful time together afterwards, just them. It had been before all the shit with Kat and everything had seemed so simple. This year, though, even when things were complicated, Thomas was even happier. He didn't have to fade away soon. He got to stay. He had a family and a baby on the way. He had everything he had ever wanted. When the party ended and the concert began, Thomas was on such a high, he thought he could never come down.

Thomas was wrong.

Nightmare )
Thomas' birthday had been wonderful. Almost his entire family had come to be with him, and his best friend had been well enough to share it with him. Mara was back. Jordan was going to be fine. And Mary was here. Thomas had spent the previous year at a Spectre concert in Wolverhampton and they had had sucha wonderful time together afterwards, just them. It had been before all the shit with Kat and everything had seemed so simple. This year, though, even when things were complicated, Thomas was even happier. He didn't have to fade away soon. He got to stay. He had a family and a baby on the way. He had everything he had ever wanted. When the party ended and the concert began, Thomas was on such a high, he thought he could never come down.

Thomas was wrong.

Nightmare )
Flynn was leaning with his back up against the wall of the house, lounging about on the roof. He was smoking, inhaling deeply to try to get himself to relax. It was easier out here, below the sky he'd become so familiar with when he didn't have a roof to sit on or to shelter him from the whims of Mother Nature. That was something he had never wished he didn't have to see again. The sky. There was something utterly serene and calming about it. And as he watched the clouds travel across it, and smoke swirled away from his lips, his spirit felt more serene.

Read more... )
Flynn was leaning with his back up against the wall of the house, lounging about on the roof. He was smoking, inhaling deeply to try to get himself to relax. It was easier out here, below the sky he'd become so familiar with when he didn't have a roof to sit on or to shelter him from the whims of Mother Nature. That was something he had never wished he didn't have to see again. The sky. There was something utterly serene and calming about it. And as he watched the clouds travel across it, and smoke swirled away from his lips, his spirit felt more serene.

Read more... )
For days, Peter had dreamt of nothing but...well...nothing. All of his visions had come to him during skull-shattering seizures which was probably one of his least favourite things ever. But it seemed that fate, or what have you, was finally willing to give Peter, or more succinctly, the object of his dreams, a break.

Things made Clear )
For days, Peter had dreamt of nothing but...well...nothing. All of his visions had come to him during skull-shattering seizures which was probably one of his least favourite things ever. But it seemed that fate, or what have you, was finally willing to give Peter, or more succinctly, the object of his dreams, a break.

Things made Clear )

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