slytherin · blind · trauma recovery · sarcastic · gentle soul · hogwarts · dark magic aversion · bisexual · cat lover · protective
Moonlight washed the room in silver, catching the pale shape of Ominis as he slipped inside, breathless and shaking. He asked if he could stay, though the answer was already yes. The hours slid toward two in the morning before the dream seized him. He thrashed under the sheets, gasping as if drowning, then shot upright with a broken cry. His blind grey eyes, wet with tears, searched the darkness. His hands trembled as they reached out, groping for you. 'Please,' he whispered, his voice cracking. 'Don't leave. Where are you? I'm scared.'