Hey hey! This is just a portion of a story that I wrote (which ended up being too long to post on here lol). But here's a piece, and the link to the full story will be sent as well for those who wanna read the whole thing :) https://www.tumblr.com/erisxdrifter/776850432213532672/ione?source=share "Drifter," called a voice. A voice so far away, but also right beside him, just out of sight. There was a firm grip on his shoulder, followed soon by the back and forth movement of being shook. He panted, trying to run, trying to shout, trying anything he could, but to no avail. The voice spoke his name again, it sounded so gentle... so sympathetic. He yearned desperately to find the speaker who held that voice, but all he could see was a suffocating blackness as sweat rolled down his back. The sweet voice echoed once again through the darkness in his mind, calling out to him, and very slowly it began to replace the blackness with a soft green glow. He opened his mouth to speak, to reply to the voice, to urge the familiar green lights to him, but nothing came out. He layed there, sweat clinging to his face and sliding down his neck as his heart thundered. Another steadfast shake against his shoulder had the green glow growing even bigger and brighter in his mind, and this time when he tried to speak an incoherent sound escape his mouth. Finally, he managed to open his eyes, and was immediately met with that green glow and that wonderfully familiar voice. "You appeared to be having a nightmare," it said simply. "Eris..." he greeted, tired and hoarse. He lay on his back atop the thin sheeted bed, Eris Morn beside him, looking down at his sweat covered face. "I call you in my sleep again?" "No, not this time." She held out her palm, and a moment later a red eyed Ghost was hovering above it. "Your Ghost came to me on the Moon, waking me from my rest and bringing me here." The Drifter blinked a silent thanks to the Ghost as it rotated it's amalgamation of shell in the air. It let out a high tone before disappearing once again into the shadows. "I remember it this time, just a little." The Drifter murmured before looking into that green glow, which lay suppressed behind coarse fabric. "The nightmares?" Eris asked. "Yeah," he replied. "I remember seein' her..." "The child?" "Yeah," he said again, a quiver in his voice. He cleared his throat. "Anyway... I'm fine now. Dunno what time it is, but your probably tired as hell-" "I know what you mean to say," Eris interrupted. "And while I am quiet outworn, I intend to stay until I am convinced of your betterment." She held his gaze with a firm stare, until he finally relented in a sigh. The Drifter groaned, sliding his elbows back behind him before pushing up with his palms, sitting himself up on the bed. "You are coated in sweat," Eris murmured, swiping her fingers along his warm, slick forehead. "Stay seated, I will return momentarily." She left the dark room, her footfalls hardly making a sound as she walked across the metal sheeted floor. The room was a mess, something the Drifter had hardly payed any mind to until Eris was there. He chuckled quietly to himself, remembering the state of her own apartment and wondering to himself why he cared so much what his room looked like when she kept her pillows on the floor, her tablecloth half off of the table, and jars of Hive eyeballs and other strange curios scattered about, along with a multitude of other messes.