[ He opens his eyes to pitch blackness. The air around him is damp and sticky, tacky beneath him. His head is throbbing with a lingering ache, but that's a distant annoyance in the wake of the panic that washes through him when opening his eyes leaves him in just as much darkness as if they were closed. He can feel walls around him, the slosh of something wet, and his breath comes in ragged, uneven breaths. He closes his eyes again, because then at least he can pretend that he doesn't know where he is, that he's not somewhere dark and confined and wet.
And that this isn't how a large chunk of his nightmares start when they haunt his sleep.
He takes a deep breath. And another, fingers questing to search to either side. Whatever fluid is surrounding him, it makes his skin itch and burn, makes his eyes do the same when they blink open, then closed again. The surface beneath him is strange and spongy, not anything familiar he can place. But before the panic can creep back in again, his fingers brush against fabric and he thinks he can hear the shift of movement somewhere nearby. He's not sure if that's good news or bad. ]
Closed; Awakening - Caitlyn
And that this isn't how a large chunk of his nightmares start when they haunt his sleep.
He takes a deep breath. And another, fingers questing to search to either side. Whatever fluid is surrounding him, it makes his skin itch and burn, makes his eyes do the same when they blink open, then closed again. The surface beneath him is strange and spongy, not anything familiar he can place. But before the panic can creep back in again, his fingers brush against fabric and he thinks he can hear the shift of movement somewhere nearby. He's not sure if that's good news or bad. ]
...hello?