[an hour, maybe two, he dreams. the air in his room is almost suffocating, an eerie feeling that creeps into corners and sticks to walls. he's passed out on top of the covers, everything on but his shoes, like he'd stumbled in and collapsed into the welcoming clean sheets he hasn't taken advantage of.
a rare dose of sleep that is rudely interrupted. for nearly a second, he thinks she's a succubus, or some dark nebulous thing weighing on his chest, threatening to borrow his body. he's relieved to see a human woman on top of him instead. bleary eyes quickly blink up at her, focus on her face. he knows that expression, been that expression.
he meets those piercing eyes with a pair of tired ones. he sighs through his nose, not moving, but not talking, either. he's been in this position too many times and it shows - hands around his neck, limbs pressing into him in an attempted threat.]
Get your hands off my neck first.
[his expression betrays his tone. he appears relaxed, but his voice borders on the bite of a threat.]
welcome
a rare dose of sleep that is rudely interrupted. for nearly a second, he thinks she's a succubus, or some dark nebulous thing weighing on his chest, threatening to borrow his body. he's relieved to see a human woman on top of him instead. bleary eyes quickly blink up at her, focus on her face. he knows that expression, been that expression.
he meets those piercing eyes with a pair of tired ones. he sighs through his nose, not moving, but not talking, either. he's been in this position too many times and it shows - hands around his neck, limbs pressing into him in an attempted threat.]
Get your hands off my neck first.
[his expression betrays his tone. he appears relaxed, but his voice borders on the bite of a threat.]