Nightmares are FUN.

[thornofcamorr]

mmLocke is dreaming. Who knows what brought it on - the arrival of the twins, maybe just restlessness, maybe the magic Jaenelle used on him, but it’s a dream nonetheless. Bug’s standing there. Bug. Bertilion Gadek, with a crossbow bolt through his neck. “Locke,” he says in a hoarse voice, a dead voice. “Locke, save me. We’re Gentlemen Bastards. We

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[cursed_bent]

Valen reenters the room through the window, expecting Locke to still be asleep. He freezes for just a moment when he sees Locke wrapped in the blankets, shivering, then jumps forward. "Locke, are you all right?" He wraps his arms around Locke through the blankets, pulling him to his chest and rubbing his shoulders to warm him up.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke leans back into him, eyes haunted a little bit, still shaking viciously. "I - shit. I don't know. Nightmares. Damn fucking nightmares."

Even his voice is a little wobbly, and he hates it.

[cursed_bent]

Valen leaves off rubbing his shoulders and just holds him as tight as he can, nearly pulling Locke into his lap because he's big enough to do that. "It's over now," is all he says.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke very nearly clings to him, though he's doing his best not to. "For now. Gods. It's my fault, it's my fucking fault they're all dead, damn me-"