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Thomas tossed and turned for hours - fretting over events in the nexus. How he suddenly got consumed by the desire for the ring... like a voice had nudged him, told him that it would lead to treasure... treasure enough to outright buy the castle, restore it - make it beautiful, grand.
That Kyon would steal it all from him - he was a terrible manipulative thief who was just friends with him to steal the precious shiny ring, that.... Then it got worse - his very memories were turned against him, to bird-like mockeries, he wasn't a castle master th-that....
He squeezed his eyes and tried to sleep, forgetting that he went as far as to attack his friend. Eventually he went adrift, sinking into the bed.
( But sleep was no escape )
Thomas whimpered as something cool and damp touched his forehead, jerking him abruptly from the nightmare. As the sunlight slowly vanished the night demons, he noticed Sebastian is leaning over him, sleeves rolled up, holding a wadded up washcloth.
"...huuu?" The Castle Master murmured blearily.
"Oh! Thank Goodness you're okay, Master Thomas! We were afraid you were ill!" The man blustered as he realized that the teen was awake.
"Wh...why?" Thomas pushed himself into a sitting position as he rubbed his eyes, and realized he was drenched with sweat.
"You didn't wake up at your normal time, and you were feverish, and refused to stir when I tried to rouse you!" He quickly explained. "It looks like it broke already! But you should rest!"
"Nnnh... no. I'll be fine, uhm, re-really, just tell everyone that I'm s-s-sorry for worrying them." The young man stammered, and then repeated himself. "I'll be down later, just go ahead with business."
With a worried bow, the heavyset butler left Thomas be.
Once alone, he curled up into a ball, whispering 'It's just a nightmare' repeatedly until he could feel like he can get up.
That Kyon would steal it all from him - he was a terrible manipulative thief who was just friends with him to steal the precious shiny ring, that.... Then it got worse - his very memories were turned against him, to bird-like mockeries, he wasn't a castle master th-that....
He squeezed his eyes and tried to sleep, forgetting that he went as far as to attack his friend. Eventually he went adrift, sinking into the bed.
( But sleep was no escape )
Thomas whimpered as something cool and damp touched his forehead, jerking him abruptly from the nightmare. As the sunlight slowly vanished the night demons, he noticed Sebastian is leaning over him, sleeves rolled up, holding a wadded up washcloth.
"...huuu?" The Castle Master murmured blearily.
"Oh! Thank Goodness you're okay, Master Thomas! We were afraid you were ill!" The man blustered as he realized that the teen was awake.
"Wh...why?" Thomas pushed himself into a sitting position as he rubbed his eyes, and realized he was drenched with sweat.
"You didn't wake up at your normal time, and you were feverish, and refused to stir when I tried to rouse you!" He quickly explained. "It looks like it broke already! But you should rest!"
"Nnnh... no. I'll be fine, uhm, re-really, just tell everyone that I'm s-s-sorry for worrying them." The young man stammered, and then repeated himself. "I'll be down later, just go ahead with business."
With a worried bow, the heavyset butler left Thomas be.
Once alone, he curled up into a ball, whispering 'It's just a nightmare' repeatedly until he could feel like he can get up.
