Seaside Moors i want y'all to just get down.

dream sequence <3

these days when sleep visited val, he didn't dream much of past lives, or even the silvery sprite which visited him so many weeks ago.

he dreamed of eyes.

a pair of them.

yellow.

unblinking.

so much, that he felt fear strike his head the moment he was aware of them, and no matter where he turned (be it shadowed shrub, or some ancient jungle long forgotten) they would reappear as distant laterns, so that he would turn left and then right in the pathways of his dream subconscious, and never be able to escape them.

today's dream seemed no different at first. he was not aware of the shape he was, or even if it was night or day -- it seemed some middle ground between the two, where if he was just observing it seemed sunny as any day, but the second he stopped to really scrutinize his surroundings it was as if everything became indistinct by shadow.

he was in a patch of netherworldly clover; blackened again save for little rippling of scarlet any time the leaves were disturbed. no wind met him, nor were there any bird-calls.

just him and silence -- and somewhere, a pair of terrible yellow eyes.