Slip Into Collapse

"Slip Into Collapse" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread started on [IRL DATE] and finished on [IRL DATE].
==Summary==
[Write a summary of the thread's events here, including spoilers and important plot details. Check the Order of Threads to see if the thread you are placing already has a summary, to make less work for yourself.]
==Full Text==
His eyes opened with the pressure still lingering behind them, greeted with the darkness he had been hoping for in the hours following one of the hardest moments of the stag’s life. Dario wasn’t certain when sleep had finally come to him, but he could say he felt slightly more rested. Gripping at the sheets with a subtly painful touch, he felt no resistance as he pulled, indicating that he was alone.
The deer swung his hooves over the side of the bed, planting them firmly against the floor. He had anticipated his eyes to adjust by now, but there was still nothing but a flood of black before him. Before he could stand, the sound of ignition ran parallel with the blinding wave of light that encompassed his senses. A single flame was enacted across a room he had seen before, and without any doubt in his mind, he knew that this was an impossibility.
It can’t-
He reached out to his right, seeing his darkened arm carry his fingers across threads strewn in a chaotic pattern over his bed. They themselves were familiar, but the presentation was wrong. His memory was strong in it’s recollection of the last visions he had of this place, and the current setting placed a feeling of uneasiness in his chest.
“I did not believe I would have the chance to bring you here, ástin mín.”
His head turned rapidly to the source, and as he suspected, the goat stood in front of the flame, his silhouette glowing. Though his features were darkened and almost unrecognizable, Dario could make out the newly formed welt on his face. The discomfort in his chest grew as he remembered what he had done.
“Why are we here, Milae?”
“That is a question I cannot answer. You know this.”
The flat responses made Dario’s hair stand on end. There was something wrong not only with their setting, but the goat himself.
“…do you miss it?”
He didn’t know why he asked – that thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.
“There are… times, yes.” His words were low and soft; a mix of sadness and uncertainty. “I did what I must.”
There it is. The stag dreaded the idea of the topic being broached again, but to his own fault, he was the one that asked. “Do you blame me for it?”
The goat stood uncomfortably still for what felt like eternity. Dario’s eyes would not avert from his partner, despite his instincts begging him to.
“I do.”
His body became enveloped in a cold, tightening aura. He feared the words, and thought on them frequently… but they still hit him as if by surprise. He went to stand, and before he could fully rise, entanglement brought him back down against the bed. His hands fumbled upwards to feel his antlers caught in the threads, and attempts to free them caused further hold.
“Shit- Milae, please help me-”
The goat didn’t move. He hadn’t moved, not once as he watched his deer’s eyes widen with an unknowing fear. He looked upon the helpless stag as the threads seemed to move without external control, moving him further back onto the bed.
“Milae, please! I can’t-”
He pulled with all his strength at groups of threads in each hand, feeling the tension cause cuts on the already weakened skin. Trying to yank himself free, he felt the threads tighten not only around the antlers, but his wrists and forearms as well. The veins in his arms were visibly constricted, and without warning, Dario was thrown back into the bed, more threads seeming to appear into existence to further bind him against it. The stag felt the burning sensation return into his hands, as the pain grew more intolerable by the second.
“Please, Gods, get me the fuck out of this!”
His focus was fully on freeing himself now; he had no time to look back on Milae, though it would not have mattered, as the goat had vanished at some point during his struggle. The gripping, vine-like material exerted pressure against his windpipe. His writhing did nothing to dissuade the threads from forcing the air to escape his lungs, and with his vision growing bleak and disoriented, the deer abated his fight. The still of suspended consciousness was inevitable.
–
Dario awakened in a panic, performing a loud, deep inhale as his body shot up in the bed. The light stung his eyes, and as he ran his hands along his body and face, he reached the top of his head to find the antlers missing, as they should have been. A sigh of relief escaped his airway, and he carefully leaned himself back to rest beside the sleeping goat. In his jarring movements, he was surprised to see him still and unbothered.
Dario shut his eyes, knowing that he couldn’t dwell on the visions. Without too much time passing, he found himself asleep once more, and free of further intrusions.