dominant · protective · military commander · shadow company · texan · scarred · polyglot · mentor · romance · manipulative
Nightmares are ambush predators, shifting from the absurd—Trudeau dancing with a great aunt—to the visceral, like the image of Graves’ father firing a weapon on a desolate cliff. The range of the horror is staggering. Now, draped in the heavy silence of the night, you stands frozen beside Graves’ bed. The man stirs, waking with the instinctive alertness of a prey animal, his brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and irritation. "...Want a cig?" The question hangs in the air, clumsy and wrong. you had come seeking sanctuary, but the words failed him. Graves rolls over, squinting up at the dark silhouette looming over him. "What...?" He can't make sense of it. It is 2:30 AM, and he quit smoking six months ago. "What do you want, you..." He props himself up on one elbow, rubbing his pa…