i miss you // o, nightmare

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Much like Cleopatra, nightmares weren't something that Fraggle often had to deal with. Even on the nights where he wasn't able to sleep soundly, it wasn't really as a result of nightmares. Rather, his mind was just too cluttered with thoughts, keeping him awake until he finally forced himself to wander and tire himself out. The closest he had ever gotten to a true nightmare wasn't really negative, or unpleasant. Instead, they were usually just odd dreams, where he didn't feel like himself for some reason. His surroundings were never that of The Golden Eye's territory. Instead, the air felt thick and humid, and there was always muck beneath his paws. The dreams were always so fuzzy, however, that he had no idea of where he could be, or what the context was. Still, they were just dreams, so the rabbit often thought little of them, figuring it was just his mind tossing random passing thoughts together into a confusing jumble.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though Damion got to be quite so relaxed. Fraggle had bee out on one of his late night walks when he heard the other's shout, his feathered ears twitching as his gaze snapped over to the other's home. He was initially hesitant to go over, not wanting to interrupt if Damion was doing something less than savory. Cleo's approach was what eventually drove him to head over, however. While the feline's presence did absolutely nothing to soothe him – quite the opposite, in fact – her asking about things first filled him with a sense of confidence. So, once he had hopped over in front of the other's door, he called out, "Damion? Is it alright if I come in? I heard the shouting too..." He didn't just head in like Cleopatra had, not wanting to be rude. If Damion just wanted to be left alone, then Fraggle would be glad to allow him that.

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]