Daemon twisted and turned throughout the night, feebly attempting to get out of the horrific nightmares that left him mute with terror every night. That was something he'd noticed ever since gaining his powers; every night, without fail, he would have nightmares upon falling asleep. He hadn't dreamed of anything good since he was twelve. Not dreaming? More tiring than staying up at night. But always having nightmares was worse than both of those combined. He'd tried, once, to force either dreams or dreamless/nightmare-less sleep before; He'd worked on the formula and the correct dosage per hour. He created a sleeping mask that would distribute the chemical easily. It had completely backfired. His powers, as though having a life of their own-and being very angry-, seemed to make the nightmares even worse, pushing the chemical out of the system by making sure he still had glimpses of horrific sights; This got his adrenaline pumping and he would sweat out the chemical quicker than it could be distributed. Needless to say, his plan had been extremely ineffective. He never made another batch after that. The chemical in his mask was the only thing that could ever even dampen his powers, for his sake and others'.

He shot up in bed, gasps stuck in his throat and damp sheets sticking to his frame. His eyes were wide as he fumbled for the small clock on his bedside. 7:20. He pulled on a tank top and lazily walked out of the room, leaning on the wall in exhaustion. He rubbed his eyes as he looked into the kitchen at the back of the other man. He smirked.

"Koyaani, are you cooking?" He laughed, looking at the man as he attempted to put all the supplies back in the right places.