Leo’s dreams tasted different that night.
After watching his worst fears paraded before his eyes, he wondered (head heavy on his pillow) if they would follow him into slumber, a never-ending repetition of his recent nightmares. Or would he actually sleep soundly, his brain exhausted from the day’s chaos?
Mmm. No such luck.
It’s cold. And dark.
Where- where am I? Where’s-?
“-Raph?”
“Leo.” His brother steps out of blackness, green eyes shimmering (in what light?), Leo’s name sibilant and mocking on his lips. Leo opens his mouth, caught between relief and c