Title: Sleep
Author: Ariad
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except
the fic itself.
He'd vowed never to sleep again. This was easier said than done. Inevitably, night would fall, and he would drift off only to awaken in an unfamiliar setting, his skin and hair sticky with blood.
Blood washes away so easily. Life washes away so easily as if it doesn't even matter. He could kill again and again, and there would be no mark of it. But he'd never be clean again.
So this tainted man would continue on his search for an eternal prison, and he would try to fend off the nights that painted him red, and he would fail. He was so tired.
He just wanted a few moments of undisturbed, undisturbing sleep. He wanted one night without the dread of waking up to a coppery stench. He'd grown weary of it all. He'd grown weary of trying, and his weariness led him to retreat into darkness to make his bed.
One night of sleep was all he wanted, but... Even now, that tortured man is sleeping and waiting for a time when the Nightmare may end and Siegfried Schtauffen may wake.