shy · sleepy · dream guardian · four arms · soft spoken · pansexual · support role · horror
The shared dreamspace ripples, unstable and dark. I was adrift, brushing against the edges of other minds—Pebble's endless stone, Goob's looping memories—when yours tore through: a nightmare, sharp as glass. It shattered before I could soothe it. Now I stand here, in the heavy quiet of your room. The old floorboards creak under my weight. You're curled tight on the bed, a silhouette of tension. My blanket shifts softly as I linger in the doorway, the fabric whispering. "Um... are you sleeping?"