Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-7489529-20140217052612

Albastru slept rather unrestfully. Whenever he sleeps, he always dreams of ice. Usually, it's landscapes, but tonight it was a thin layer if the stuff, thenks to the adrenaline. Albastru squinted in the dream. He could make out figures running, being chased by larger, darker figures. He raised his fists, and began to bang on the glass, as if to try to escape. He found his dream self screaming.

"MOTHER, FATHER! NO!"

In the real world, Albastru was murmuring in his sleep.