The man startled awake and clutched his blanket in his fists. His neatly trimmed hair was mused from tossing and turning. He was covered in sweat and his breathing was rapid as if he'd been running. Slowly a stillness and silence came over him, his ears starting to ring as he slowly put his hands to his head and doubled over in pain from the deafening ringing in his ears, a flash of lightening bringing back the sound all too quickly, as thunder rolled over the house mercilessly.
The sound of footsteps falling on hard wood floors could be heard and before the man could react, a taller dirty blond haired man with a three day old scruff on his cheeks and neck burst through the door, a cigarette hanging from his lips. "Sebastian!" The other said, as the man at the door looked around quickly. "You screamed." He said softly, standing up, the tension in his shoulders leaving, as the other sighed, "I... I did?" He asked, thinking back. It must have been when he was hearing the ri