Duskfire Glacier for whom the bell tolls

aw!

sleep evaded him as it often did. skirting around the edges of his mind as he tried to sleep, taunting him. and every time he would manage to drift off, it was only moments later that he'd rouse back awake with a snarl. with frantic breaths, all whale-eyed and hackles risen. 

visions painted behind his eyes, some heavier. some detrimental. glimpses of his torture—of teeth pulled, of flame licking at his skin. voices and faces that haunted him. and then a glimpse of a woman.

soft, gentle. murmuring sweet nothings at him one moment, then being slaughtered before him the next. 

he could only take so much. he stormed from his resting place, breaths heavy and eyes whale-eyed. his lungs burned and his throat felt tight. rushing, running to be alone. to sulk, to remember, to hate.

atop a small peak he sat, eyes shut tight. breaths billowing into clouds. voices so loud, he wished to claw his eardrums to get them to finally silence.