[It is a symptom of how Myr's mind works that he carries whole ecosystems within it; that his idea of an expanse is vibrant with life, detail, change.
He can quiet in prayer or when he's working. Or could; lately, it's become more difficult, and that too is one of the things keeping him sleepless and--yes, tired.
L looks too-real and unreal all at the same time, in the way spirits do. It draws the eye uncomfortably, though it's a better place for Myr to rest his inward gaze than whatever's going on beneath the dunes. It means he cannot help but note how his Witch's leg is red to the calf, nor the gaping hole where an eye had been--
Don't look at that.
He'll look at the quilt instead, as L offers it back to him; he'll soundlessly take it and wrap it around his shoulders once more.]
I'm tired, [he echoes, at last, and then laughs without any humor.] Amatus, I'm exhausted.
[In a way it's good they've been separated because every time he's tried to sleep these last few days he's tossed and turned to no avail--or woken screaming from the nightmares.]
What should I do? [Please, tell him. Take the burden of deciding from off his shoulders.]
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He can quiet in prayer or when he's working. Or could; lately, it's become more difficult, and that too is one of the things keeping him sleepless and--yes, tired.
L looks too-real and unreal all at the same time, in the way spirits do. It draws the eye uncomfortably, though it's a better place for Myr to rest his inward gaze than whatever's going on beneath the dunes. It means he cannot help but note how his Witch's leg is red to the calf, nor the gaping hole where an eye had been--
Don't look at that.
He'll look at the quilt instead, as L offers it back to him; he'll soundlessly take it and wrap it around his shoulders once more.]
I'm tired, [he echoes, at last, and then laughs without any humor.] Amatus, I'm exhausted.
[In a way it's good they've been separated because every time he's tried to sleep these last few days he's tossed and turned to no avail--or woken screaming from the nightmares.]
What should I do? [Please, tell him. Take the burden of deciding from off his shoulders.]