the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
There’s nothing else to bother him in the night, and at least he’s reached the point of too far stressed that even his nightmares can’t reach him. Why would they, when he was already living it at the present moment? To sleep back under the same skies that had mocked him, to be surrounded by the same creatures that had taken from him?
He’s still in that uncomfortable sleep when Danta goes to wake him – feeling the press of his lips to the crown of his head and the smoothing of his hair. It causes him to flinch at first in his sleep, twitching, before his eyes open with a start and his breath hitches in his throat enough that he has to cough. Pulling back with the sudden panic again, he finds it minimal once he sees the sun lighting up the Climb. “It’s… over?” He asks, like he doesn’t trust it. Like he can’t trust it. But the look in his dark, exhausted gaze is almost hopeful when he looks at Danta instead of everything else.
He’s still in that uncomfortable sleep when Danta goes to wake him – feeling the press of his lips to the crown of his head and the smoothing of his hair. It causes him to flinch at first in his sleep, twitching, before his eyes open with a start and his breath hitches in his throat enough that he has to cough. Pulling back with the sudden panic again, he finds it minimal once he sees the sun lighting up the Climb. “It’s… over?” He asks, like he doesn’t trust it. Like he can’t trust it. But the look in his dark, exhausted gaze is almost hopeful when he looks at Danta instead of everything else.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
