Jade Fern Grove [m] and the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love

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for @Alamar

dreams are never a light-hearted affair for the boy; either his sleep is blank and blissful, or plagued by images of blood and pain and shame, fitful. this time it's the latter, one of the rare occasions when it worsens beyond the torment he already deals with. shadow-strangers surrounding him, the air metallic; as he looks closer, he finds they all have the same face. the same expression. the same dark, threatening eyes. he screams, silent in his head. silent. why is it so quiet?
somewhere far away, in the land of the living, a delicate boy thrashes on the ground, fighting an invisible tormentor, shrieking — nonoNOSTOP — get off, get off, GETOFFME—
in his mind, he's frozen, breathless, helpless. teeth on his spine. weight on his back. it hurts, oh god, it hurts. why is it so, so quiet?