Arthur laid out on the couch, waiting for Cyrin to go to sleep. He could tell the dancer hadn't yet, though it was just a matter of time…
The huge bed seemed to have an almost hypnotic pull on Cyrin, making him feel incredibly sleepy as he sat there.
Cyrin yawns, closing his eyes and dropping his forehead onto his knees, quiet, though he didn’t fall asleep quite yet. Instead, he pulled out his phone, checking his messages. Nothing from his mother, but that was to be expected, but there were a few from his father. He reads through them, hinting his lip slightly. Mama was not getting any better, but at least she wasn’t getting worse.
He sets his phone down, flopping back and staring up at the ceiling.
Lying down was a mistake if Cyrin was trying to stay awake, as the bed's hypnotic pull slowly worked to draw him under.
Arthur waited, listening, feeling, sensing how close to sleep Cyrin was.
Cyrin stares at the ceiling, yawning again, closing his eyes. After a few moment, Cyrin falls into a light and fitful sleep.
The moment Cyrin's eyes closed in sleep, Arthur slunk into the room. He sat in a dark corner of the room, and watched Cyrin sleep.
He smiled to himself as Cyrin's dreams got very dark, very quickly.
Images of his sister walking home… being attacked by this huge black wolf-looking beast… blood and viscera all over the sidewalk, all over Cyrin as he watched, and suddenly, the beast was on him, its maw wide open, teeth glistening and razor sharp, saliva dripping from 6 inch long canines. He could smell the blood and meat on its breath as it slavered over him, could smell his sister's perfume as the jaws descended on his face with a roar-
Cyrin goes silent in his sleep, still. Not the usual reaction to a nightmare. Instead, all he fealt was a cool rage, if a little fear. He didn’t like the dream, but whatever or whoever had killed his sister, pissed him off enough that he would be an idiot and stare it in the face. Whether it was this thing that appeared in his dreams, or something else entirely. Because no one messed with his family.
Arthur had expected him to wake up, but when he didn't, a cold smile crept across Arthur's face.
The jaws descended on Cyrin's face with a roar-
and began tearing the flesh off. He could feel it happening, the skin being ripped from his bones, piece by piece, bit by bit, the searing pain contorting his real life face as his dream face was demolished.
The monster continued eating him alive, breaking his bones, devouring his organs, fileting his muscle…
As long as Cyrin stayed asleep, he felt every second of it.
And Arthur revelled in it.
Cyrin stays still and silent, the only indication was his breathing speeding up. After a moment, he wakes up, sitting up and staying silent, staring at his legs, not noticing Arthur in the room.
Arthur had to chuckle at Cyrin's stillness. The fact that he could taste the boy's terror in the room, but the boy refused to move, would be very useful later, he was sure.
He slipped from the room as Cyrin started to wake up, and was back in his spot on the couch by the time Cyrin came awake.
The dream had left Cyrin completely unrested, exhausted, and feeling like he hadn't slept at all.
Cyrin stays silent, pulling his knees up to his chest. His mind was blank, and he had no idea what to think anyways. The dream. . . He shakes his head.
Arthur waited for him to either try to go back to sleep… or come look for a little comfort.
If he stayed where he was, the hypnotic effect of the bed would pull Cyrin back to sleep.
And if he came looking for help, Arthur would help him. Sorta.
Cyrin sighs getting up after a moment and and moving at the floor, sitting down and tipping his head back against the wall. He stays quiet, wrapping his arms around his legs and pulling them to his chest.
He chose to stay, and Arthur smiled a little. That room wasn't safe, and that gave him all kinds of power.
Cyrin felt the affects of the room, the hypnotic effect lulling him back to sleep, slowly but surely.
Cyrin stays silent, staring at the wall for a moment before getting up and walking out of the room. He needed fresh air. He stays quiet, standing in the hall, closing his eyes.
Arthur heard the door open, and sat up, looking sleepy. "Cyrin?" He stood up and stepped around the couch.
"Whatcha doin up, buddy?"
The air had cleared as soon as Cyrin left the bedroom.
Cyrin looks at him, then rubs his face, shaking his head. Outside, he needed to get outside. He stays silent, shifting on his feet slightly.
Arthur just stared at him for a long moment, before quietly saying "I can't help you if you don't communicate, buddy."
Cyrin looks at him, silent for a moment, “Just a bad dream.” He mutters.
Arthur nodded sympathetically. "Looks like some dream… you've got a nosebleed…" There was a small line of blood dripping from Cyrin's nose, running down his upper lip.
Arthur stepped to the bathroom and pulled a tissue or two, handing them to Cyrin. "You wanna talk about it?"
Cyrin takes the tissue, pressing it to his face gently. He looks at Arthur, contemplating for a moment before shaking his head again, silent.
Arthur nodded sympathetically. "Ok… you gonna try to sleep again? Or do you want me to take you home?"
Cyrin sighs, “I think I’m not going to do either.” He mutters. Fresh air and dancing sounded really nice right about now.
Arthur glanced at his clock, which was showing 2am. "So… what then?"
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