Nightmares, torturing him from the second he closed his eyes, a very horrible gut feeling and shivers as he felt his own blood boild underneath his freezing cold skin. He screamed in his sleep, his eyes closed shut as if someone had glued his eyelids together.
It hurt. This constant struggle of trying to wake up from this endless nightmare was like a beast clawing his skin, a monster trying to rip out his heart. And while Allias screamed in his sleep Theseus held his hand, hoping that the king would soon wake up, free himself from this subconscious torture.
A sorrowful expression, a gentle caress and a sigh, slow and heavy escaped from the general's lips as he could only watch his beloved get destroyed even in his own sleep.
The pillows and the sheets had become dump from his sweat. His body was tense, as he laid frozen with an unbearable expression of agony.
