WHEN THESE DREAMS COME TO AN END // ash

[BLAINE JULIUS LANCASTER]

say goodbye. say goodbye. say goodbye. say goodbye.
AS WE DANCE WITH THE DEVIL TONIGHT

Blaine rarely had a nightmare, rarely had a dream. He usually slept like a rock, basically falling asleep and waking up six or seven hours later with no recollection of the time in between. Tonight was not one of those good nights. Tonight, Blaine was cursed with a nightmare of a subject that he had never though about before - his parents. He knew how his parents died but watching his own imagination put it to action was another thing.

The details of the nightmare - few as they were - were enough to scare the shit out of the sleeping Blaine. His heart raced as he tried again and again to wake up, only to be painfully dragged back into the insane figment of his imagination. He would have never though about it before, his parents killed by a demon, their bodies lying on the floor - a pool of their own blood surrounding them. The sight made him squirm, even in the dream. The bad thing about nightmares? You never just watched them happen. You were a part of them. That was what Blaine figured out as the hooded killer moved away from the two lifeless bodies on the ground and approached him, bloody knife in hand.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" The yell - along with a frightened scream - was what woke up Blaine... and probably whoever was sleeping in the bed beside him. Oh, right, Ash. Glancing at the boy, Blaine couldn't even tell if he was awake or not in the dim moonlight coming from the window. His heart still racing, Blaine whispered, trying not to wake anybody else, "Ash? Asherrr? You up?" He gave up after a few seconds and retreated back into his thoughts. That nightmare - it had seemed so real, so terrifying. It made Blaine miss his parents even more than usual.

A tear escaped down his cheek and he gulped as he felt a mountain of grief smack him in the stomach like a ton of bricks. Blaine buried his face in his arms and drew his knees to his chest, sobbing quietly. "T-they're d-d-dead, Asher-" he cried in sorrow, not even looking up to see whether or not the boy was even awake and listening or not, "They're dead!

WORDS?! way too shoooort! D: 
NOTES?! Poor Ash has a crying Blaine on his hands. ):
LYRICS?! Dance With The Devil by Breaking Benjamin
OUTFIT?! Err, gray long-sleeved shirt and black jeans. Yes, he sleeps in that.
MUSE?! uggggly and bad D:
MOOD?! bored
CREDIT?! meeee!

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[ASHLEY MARLEY STARR]

*my ship went down in a sea of sound,
when i woke up alone i had everything
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Ash had finally crawled into bed during the dead of the night. Everything and everyone, mostly, had been still and wrapped up tightly in their comforters with a head full of dreams. He'd been incredibly tired when his head it the pillow and the minute he did, he had been out like a light. Which was normal for Ash. Even though he never went to bed on time, sleeping came easy for him. His dreams were usually happily ladden with dreams of rainbows, butterflies and ponies. Okay, so, maybe not those tree components but the idea was still the same. Happy.

His chest was gently rising up and down in slow motions and his eyelids were closed, weight heavy, and Ash was in a light sleep. As usual, he was having a dream, though this was the kind you didn't remember in the morning, no matter how hard you tried to think you just drew a blank. But right now, Ash was seeing everything clearly and it was perfect. Everything in the little dream land of his was perfect. It was a place where he didn't have to be scared of everything and any touching besides a hug or a quick snuggle. But dreams were just dreams and not his reality.

When the sound of Blaine's screaming pierced throug his sleep, Ash groaned and stuck his head under his pillow, hoping to block any other sound out but it didn't work. He figured it was just a normal nightmare, even though there seemed to be actual terror in an undertone. "Shhhh..", Ash mumbled, trying to lull himself back into sleep. However, when Blaine mentioned someone had died he pulled the pillow from his head and looked over at him, a slight sheen of panic on his face. " Who died?, He asked, staring at Blaine with semi-wide brown eyes.

Ash frowned as Blaine kept uttering the words they're dead and got up, sleepily moving over to the others bed and plopped himself down. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around the other boy in a snuggle. " Shh, it was just a bad dream."

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*WORDS, small. herpderp
*STATUS, finished.
*TAG, blaine/ryannnnn
*OUTFIT, idk. pajamas.
*NOTES, i whip my hair back and forth
*CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.