inkwreaths | it was trapped between two lungs

[There was a method to the nightmares. First: Hod, empty and still. The sound of his feet reverberating like echoed whispers in his ears, the shortness of his breath as he ran. No matter how far he ran or where he turned, only dead stone was there to greet him. Mary, his parents, the servants-- he had to find them even though every inch of him wanted to flee.

At some point the stone becomes white, the skies become clear. And he remembers just who it was he was searching for, and when he reaches out towards that figure standing atop the ruins--

It's a good thing he doesn't scream when he wakes up.

His throat feels dry. The sheets are tangled around him, his hand raised as if trying to grab onto something. Guy stares, breathing heavily before he sits up. He runs his hands over his face and tries to remind himself that he's here, right now, in this moment and place.

Ha. Not like this was his planet or his universe, for that matter.

Guy feels woozy. Sick. He closes his eyes and hunches over.]

Threaded | Flat

[Milla wasn't sleeping anyway. She had to admit that Xian Du had a nice inn - probably because of the Coliseum - which meant she could make dumplings in the little steamer without waking anyone. Or rather, without disturbing Guy from his nightmare. She could tell well enough from how he twisted in bed and when he wakes, she doesn't immediately say anything or move in the darkness.

Then after a minute she does.]

I made some tea for myself if you want some. Just don't throw up since it'd be more for us to pay. And...

[And what? She doesn't really know what else to say or if she should be apologising for something. She feels like she should but without any clue, she falls back to silence.]

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