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mindremanent2018-11-11 01:09 am
trustfallen) wrote in mindremanent2018-11-11 01:09 am
[psl] Primrose & Therion
[It's late. The stars twinkle in the chill night air, and the gibbous moon casts silver beams of light through the window. A single oil lamp burns low on the bedside table, the flame wavering and guttering as it struggles to draw the last drops of oil through the wick.
Therion supposes he ought to fill it - or snuff it. The moonlight is bright enough to see without it, and he if he finds himself truly starved for light, it would be little trouble to conjure one to see him through. Besides, he imagines darkness probably makes for a more peaceful rest for Primrose, bandaged and wrapped in warm blankets on the bed before him. Then again, maybe not. Despite his profession, he doesn't much care for the darkness himself. It's too easy for the mind to play tricks with the shadows and the shapes in between, and when he wakes up from restless dreams, it's easier to forget them when there's a light to stare at until the world seems real. He watches the movement of Prim's eyes beneath their lids and wonders if it's the same for her.
They've talked about many things in the shadows of the night and the glow of the embers of a dying campfire when one of them is on watch and the other can't sleep, but they've never talked about dreams that he can recall. It's been a topic neither one has been keen to visit - after all, what good is talking about nightmares when you already know the same ones will visit you again soon enough? Better to find other things to talk about instead: knives, dancing, H'aanit's cooking, picking locks, if Olberic's blade really is unbending, seeing if Cyrus would notice if they drew a mustache upon his face while he slept...
The thief doesn't usually make a habit of fretting and watching his companions sleep, but they're usually not hurt this badly and like ... this. They've all taken turns getting hurt and taking shifts at each other's bedsides in the past to let Alfyn and Ophilia get some rest of their own between healing, but this feels different. Or maybe that's all in his head, relating getting stabbed from the front too strongly to his own past experiences.
Therion shifts in the chair he commandeered for the night shift at her bedside, drawing a leg up and wrapping his arms around it, resting his chin on his knee. He hopes she wakes up soon... and that when she does, she turns out stronger than he ever was.]
Therion supposes he ought to fill it - or snuff it. The moonlight is bright enough to see without it, and he if he finds himself truly starved for light, it would be little trouble to conjure one to see him through. Besides, he imagines darkness probably makes for a more peaceful rest for Primrose, bandaged and wrapped in warm blankets on the bed before him. Then again, maybe not. Despite his profession, he doesn't much care for the darkness himself. It's too easy for the mind to play tricks with the shadows and the shapes in between, and when he wakes up from restless dreams, it's easier to forget them when there's a light to stare at until the world seems real. He watches the movement of Prim's eyes beneath their lids and wonders if it's the same for her.
They've talked about many things in the shadows of the night and the glow of the embers of a dying campfire when one of them is on watch and the other can't sleep, but they've never talked about dreams that he can recall. It's been a topic neither one has been keen to visit - after all, what good is talking about nightmares when you already know the same ones will visit you again soon enough? Better to find other things to talk about instead: knives, dancing, H'aanit's cooking, picking locks, if Olberic's blade really is unbending, seeing if Cyrus would notice if they drew a mustache upon his face while he slept...
The thief doesn't usually make a habit of fretting and watching his companions sleep, but they're usually not hurt this badly and like ... this. They've all taken turns getting hurt and taking shifts at each other's bedsides in the past to let Alfyn and Ophilia get some rest of their own between healing, but this feels different. Or maybe that's all in his head, relating getting stabbed from the front too strongly to his own past experiences.
Therion shifts in the chair he commandeered for the night shift at her bedside, drawing a leg up and wrapping his arms around it, resting his chin on his knee. He hopes she wakes up soon... and that when she does, she turns out stronger than he ever was.]