SLEEPING JUST TO NUMB THE PAIN ⚘ nightmares

[aesior]

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

looking up as a voice bore it's way through his deafened ears, tired eyes peering at jingyi from behind the mask and veil, blinking softly as he comprehended his words. "Rough night?" came the voice, worming through the whispers of the dead, of the words that remained of his former captor, and those of his husband. tears slowly rolled down his face again under the veil as he nodded, shivers taking his frame. stepping across the porch that was attached to his home, sadness filling his weary body as he dug under the rocking chair for his notebook. pulling it forth, he hesitated as he ran his paw over the cover of it, shaking his head side to side in an effort to free himself from the agony.

picking it up in his jaws, he limped over towards jingyi, judging the stairs of his home with some hesitant contemplation. huffing, he began the limp down the stairs, afraid of missing one or all. exhaling, he made his way down with some feeling, not trusting the strength of his body to do so reliably. setting the notebook down, he would pull the pencil from it's spine and flip it open, scrawling with some effort, "Drinks?", gesturing his head in the direction of the tavern that the Tanglers usually swarmed in and out of, at least, the adults did. it was what he needed, the ghosts too loud in his head, that perhaps, the sound of the tavern and the press of bodies of his groupmates would settle his nerves. he knew that there were herb concoctions out there that would help him to fall asleep and stay asleep, but perhaps, he felt the exhaustion was a fitting punishment for all of his failures to his family and groups.

A PRAYER COMMITED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef