[Since moving out of Limbo, his dreams became bloody. There was blood on his hands, on his body, filling him up. It was everywhere, hot and sticky, a taint of blame that he couldn't comprehend even when he jarred awake in the new and more-or-less familiar room that was his own. His bare chest was a mess of drying and dried blood, spatters looking like he had been laying out in the rain.
The source was curled up next to him, a small child with blood-red hair and lips, coy little smile on her lips as she became aware of his state of wakefulness. He pushed his way out of the bed, escaping her needle-like nails as they moved to dig into his side and abandoned his room altogether.
There were closets. He had napped in them before. She always found him there. Even now as he padded silently down the hallway, she ghosted in his wake. He slipped into his commander's room, shutting the door behind him to survey the scene before deciding it was worth approaching what with Rumlow's bed being occupied by the man himself. He glanced back to the door to see the scurry of spiders passing under it, and he sighed through his nose.]
Rumlow. [He didn't reach out to shake his commander awake; that was a good way to get stabbed.] Sir.
[Nightmares]
The source was curled up next to him, a small child with blood-red hair and lips, coy little smile on her lips as she became aware of his state of wakefulness. He pushed his way out of the bed, escaping her needle-like nails as they moved to dig into his side and abandoned his room altogether.
There were closets. He had napped in them before. She always found him there. Even now as he padded silently down the hallway, she ghosted in his wake. He slipped into his commander's room, shutting the door behind him to survey the scene before deciding it was worth approaching what with Rumlow's bed being occupied by the man himself. He glanced back to the door to see the scurry of spiders passing under it, and he sighed through his nose.]
Rumlow. [He didn't reach out to shake his commander awake; that was a good way to get stabbed.] Sir.