[ Sinistra hates to sleep alone, so he barely sleeps at all. He's never slept alone before this place. His waking hours in the tower were endless, and before that...
Before that, there was always a warm body beside him. He and his brother were one, so he was never lonely. Never scared. Never haunted by the silence of night. In this place, he fears falling asleep and fears waking up. He has yet to decide if living is worth it or if returning to death is too unbearable. The scales are even in his mind right now.
It has taken all his will to stay in his own room every night. He may hate the Archangel in many ways, but their ongoing intimacy and his desperate feelings from his physical distance from Dextera lead to a struggle against the desire to crawl into the man's bed for comfort. It may be a cold comfort, but at least it is relief from his oppressive loneliness.
He is only partly asleep when the Archangel's weight rocks his mattress and a hand touches his face. He opens his eyes and looks up at him in the darkness, wondering if he too seeks comfort or to eliminate him from his space with his own two hands.
He brings his hand up and lets his fingers brush the back of the Archangel's hand. ]
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Before that, there was always a warm body beside him. He and his brother were one, so he was never lonely. Never scared. Never haunted by the silence of night. In this place, he fears falling asleep and fears waking up. He has yet to decide if living is worth it or if returning to death is too unbearable. The scales are even in his mind right now.
It has taken all his will to stay in his own room every night. He may hate the Archangel in many ways, but their ongoing intimacy and his desperate feelings from his physical distance from Dextera lead to a struggle against the desire to crawl into the man's bed for comfort. It may be a cold comfort, but at least it is relief from his oppressive loneliness.
He is only partly asleep when the Archangel's weight rocks his mattress and a hand touches his face. He opens his eyes and looks up at him in the darkness, wondering if he too seeks comfort or to eliminate him from his space with his own two hands.
He brings his hand up and lets his fingers brush the back of the Archangel's hand. ]
I am awake... why are you...?