((*Was Invited via PM*))<br/><br/>Tristan shudders and whimpers, writhing in his sleep as horrible visions wash through him for a long time. Slowly the nightmares fade and he finds himself conscious, but his eyes still closed. He felt the most delightful softness ever around him and felt himself chuuring blissfully, rubbing his body into the smooth sheets atop soft the soft mattress. He nuzzled the pillow and rolled onto his front, cuddling it, his hips grinding a little at the bed. In that moment he realized the fly in the ointment of this softness. There was something coarse around his head. He sat up and opened his eyes, finding that he could not see. He reached up and undid the blindfold, taking it off. He blinks at the light and waits for his eyes to adjust and looks around. He looks around the stone womb he is within, confused as to where the light was coming from. He pulled himself from the indigo sheets reluctantly, some part of him wishing to stay in the softness. He padded across the floor, something odd itching at the back of his mind as he walks to the door, other than being in a strange place he didn't remember seeing before.