breath of life;

+Aiyana, 22 years old and bisexual; I am a storm. Born from the sea, I rise.

(I mostly write #fic* but sometimes I dabble in photoshop. I should probably stop.)

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one;
he’s fumbling through the dark, hearing his demons hiss and cackle from the shadows. he can’t find the end of the darkness, no matter how far or long he runs.

he wakes up in a cold sweat.

two;
he’s running through the forest, chasing the flash of blonde hair in front of him. he can’t ever catch her, and she disappears into the forest as his vision blurs as he runs out of oxygen, dropping onto his knees.

raven shakes him awake, telling him he was whispering her name in his sleep.

three;
he finally catches her in the middle of a meadow, dressed in white with her golden hair on fire in the sunlight. but then she turns around, and he shudders as he sees blood soaking between her fingers that rest on her stomach and dripping onto the grass. he looks down and sees his hands covered in red, and he looks up again and whimpers as she sneers and whispers murderer.

octavia has to shake him awake, and says that his screams are waking up the camp.

four;
he finds her in the woods, covered in black and dried blood, her pale skin sticking out against the forest floor. he drops to his knees, shaking her and whispering her name, but her eyes don’t open. he tries to wake himself up, like he usually does. maybe this is another nightmare, he thinks.

he doesn’t wake up this time, and he feels like he’s dying.

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the nightmares of bellamy blake (a.h.)