Rising from his unhealthy slumbers, Ivan's lashes fluttered briefly before they subconsciously snapped open, revealing a pair of crimson orbs that looked ominously darker than their initial form. His body automatically tensed as he sat up on the chaise lounge, his eyes raking the delineate of his room as if coming to terms with the fact that he was merely having the same dream again, and only then did his mind cease to be antsy - if only those dreams weren't one of the most embarrassing revisitation of what he used to be in the past.
"Argh! Sssss!" He winced in a hushed tone as he placed his palm to his chest, feeling a painful prickling sensation in the spot where Eamon had ruthlessly stabbed him with the dagger blade. The stinging pain never once failed to remind him that there was a piece of the orb that had been deliberately implanted in his heart region, for reasons he was still unaware of, and unfortunately, he's been unable to get it out ever since.
