Posted: May 31 2017, 04:04 AM
Posted: Jun 9 2017, 02:30 PM
Klarion had always been a fitful sleeper, even in his childhood, but it had only worsened as he grew older. He consciously avoided sleep now, going a week or more before giving up and succumbing to rest and nightmares that would come with it.
Despite how unpleasant sleeping was for him, however, he was a grumpy riser. The less sleep he got, the sooner he would have to repeat the process.
Not that Agatha knew that, but to be completely honest it didn't much matter to him whose icy hands had flicked his cheek.
He awoke quickly, suddenly, the edges of dreams blurring themselves into reality. He'd long learned to keep his wand locked away when he slept for this very reason, after he'd nearly seriously hurt Clopin, unable to tell the difference between reality and nightmares for a few moments as he awoke.
He sat up in bed quickly, the blanket falling from his shirtless form as he blinked sleep from his eyes, muscles tensed as he searched for a threat only to find a very small little girl.
"Agatha?! What. Are you. Doing."
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