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sword_chocobro) wrote2023-08-13 05:38 am
sword_chocobro) wrote2023-08-13 05:38 am
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43 Unicorn Street; Sunday Morning [08/13].
Gladio had never been prone to nightmares, or even just dreams in general, and, even with everything that had happened, last night was no exception. In fact, he'd slept more deeply and soundly than he had in a while, with maybe just a little bit of snoring for when he'd really gotten into it.
He wasn't usually prone to sleeping in, either, but that, he seemed to make a little bit of an exception for, although it was still fairly early when he eventually drifted out of slumber, and was almost immediately hit with everything that had transpired since two Mondays ago, when he'd disappeared into that house, but especially everything that had happened yesterday. His hand immediately drifted to his chest; if he'd had any dreams last night, it was about that, the moment Enkidu removed herself from his skin and left him, because out of everything the house had done to him, that one stuck, and filled him less with fear as it did just melancholy, although there was some fear in there, too, and the question of who was he, really, without her and everything she stood for?
Thoughts for another time, maybe, because, right now, he was waking up in Nell's (spare) bed (shirt on, of course), looking up at the ceiling overhead as other, more immediate questions started to line up in his brain. And the first one out of all of them? Just to see if Nell had really kept her word to the letter about not letting her out of her sights, and turning his head to see if she was still there.
[[ for Nell. Obviously. ]]
He wasn't usually prone to sleeping in, either, but that, he seemed to make a little bit of an exception for, although it was still fairly early when he eventually drifted out of slumber, and was almost immediately hit with everything that had transpired since two Mondays ago, when he'd disappeared into that house, but especially everything that had happened yesterday. His hand immediately drifted to his chest; if he'd had any dreams last night, it was about that, the moment Enkidu removed herself from his skin and left him, because out of everything the house had done to him, that one stuck, and filled him less with fear as it did just melancholy, although there was some fear in there, too, and the question of who was he, really, without her and everything she stood for?
Thoughts for another time, maybe, because, right now, he was waking up in Nell's (spare) bed (shirt on, of course), looking up at the ceiling overhead as other, more immediate questions started to line up in his brain. And the first one out of all of them? Just to see if Nell had really kept her word to the letter about not letting her out of her sights, and turning his head to see if she was still there.
[[ for Nell. Obviously. ]]