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Title: Nightmare
Summary: Ragetti suffers from nightmares since the loss of his eye.
Pain. Pain harder and sharper than anything he could have ever imagined stabs through his head. An endless litany screams in his brain. It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts. The cold blade cruelly laughs as it observes the damage that it has wrought and hungrily drinks his life’s blood. It rises once more, eager for the final killing blow. But it clatters uselessly to the floor as its wielder falls. He doesn’t register what is happening, except for a sudden rush of movement. The agony that blazes in his brain overwhelms all else. It’s too much; he can’t take it. There is a touch on his shoulder, but he flinches away as if burnt. And in front of his remaining whole eye, the thirsty blade rises again.
He awakes, his eye wide in the darkness. It is night, not day, and he is lying in bed, not standing on the deck of a merchant vessel. The sudden reality reassures his distressed mind, but his limbs still shiver and his breath is still shallow. Ragetti turns to his side and finds Pintel peacefully snoring away. He shakes his shoulder. Pintel grumbles in his sleep and tries to push him off but Ragetti is insistent, so Pintel finally responds with a surly, ‘Wot?’ Ragetti stays silent. Pintel turns over and his displeasure falls away when he sees Ragetti’s face; he is too familiar with that look.
‘You ‘ad the nightmare again, didn’t you?’
Ragetti nods. Without a word, Pintel takes him into his arms, enclosing him in a tight embrace. Ragetti lays his head on his friend’s chest and closes his eye, content for Pintel’s presence to chase the ghosts away. Pintel rubs his back and caresses his hair long after Ragetti is able to find a less troubled sleep.
Summary: Ragetti suffers from nightmares since the loss of his eye.
Pain. Pain harder and sharper than anything he could have ever imagined stabs through his head. An endless litany screams in his brain. It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts. The cold blade cruelly laughs as it observes the damage that it has wrought and hungrily drinks his life’s blood. It rises once more, eager for the final killing blow. But it clatters uselessly to the floor as its wielder falls. He doesn’t register what is happening, except for a sudden rush of movement. The agony that blazes in his brain overwhelms all else. It’s too much; he can’t take it. There is a touch on his shoulder, but he flinches away as if burnt. And in front of his remaining whole eye, the thirsty blade rises again.
He awakes, his eye wide in the darkness. It is night, not day, and he is lying in bed, not standing on the deck of a merchant vessel. The sudden reality reassures his distressed mind, but his limbs still shiver and his breath is still shallow. Ragetti turns to his side and finds Pintel peacefully snoring away. He shakes his shoulder. Pintel grumbles in his sleep and tries to push him off but Ragetti is insistent, so Pintel finally responds with a surly, ‘Wot?’ Ragetti stays silent. Pintel turns over and his displeasure falls away when he sees Ragetti’s face; he is too familiar with that look.
‘You ‘ad the nightmare again, didn’t you?’
Ragetti nods. Without a word, Pintel takes him into his arms, enclosing him in a tight embrace. Ragetti lays his head on his friend’s chest and closes his eye, content for Pintel’s presence to chase the ghosts away. Pintel rubs his back and caresses his hair long after Ragetti is able to find a less troubled sleep.