Nightmares Reimagined

[Nox]

A tender finger stroked his cheek and Nox clamped his eyes shut fighting white hot tears. Sadness, anger. Fucking hatred. Not at Raffe, at himself. He hated himself. Was far harder to hate Raffe, the blame was his and he'd fucked up.

"I cannot. And I will not. I will not give myself that hope. You can claim I can be whatever here. But you don't have to live with what's in here." He pointed to his heart and head. "You don't have to see him everyday and pretend like nothing has changed. Like your world isn't dead, that your heart isn't broken all over the fucking floor." Nox growled and the rage fell into the emptiness of the void. He tried to reach for the power and it did not come, but the effects of his desire did. The white hot rage in the emptiness filled the scene with the Aurora Borealis. The blues and greens skittered across the sky and his skin. The effect of the power manifested without the weave used to make it. The dream was strange, there was no burn of power, no stickiness from the horde's residue, it just was. It was nearly perfect except the entity he shared it with was not Raffe.

The remnants of the horde slide across the void Nox hid his anger in. They scratched at the unseen walls of his mind. They wanted in too.