[He wakes up the second something in his room changes, eyes snapping open, muscles tensing for an attack.
But it still takes his mind a minute to catch up and remember where he is, the nightmares are always so vivid that they throw his sense of reality off. Sometimes, he wonders if maybe the nightmares are his reality. But the soft light and the sound of water from the other room reestablish where he is and the queen's voice, clipped, finishes the snap back to the present.
He honestly debates not moving. But he's not a child trying to avoid school and if she's shown him kindness the least he can do is be helpful. So he rolls out of his corner and onto his knees, almost forgetting her earring is in his hand until he's reaching up to run both hands over his face and then through his hair. He aches. Oh God damn how he aches. Between his position and the twisting abuse his muscles went through during his last bout with the bracelet, everything hurts.
He's had worse.
Rolling his shoulders, stretching his back muscles, he gets to his feet and stands, unfolding tall and lean in the half light. Finishes with a long inhale and exhale to recenter himself. It's time to perform again. He can do this. He finally lets himself focus on the woman in the room with him and his eyes immediately go to the restraints in her dark hands. And then to the bracelet. His stomach churns and his mind tries to back pedal away from reality again. But he forces himself to step forward to stand in front of her, looking down. Is there - something wrong with her eyes... he doesn't remember those streaks of brighter color in them before... Its unconscious when his body shifts the slightest bit, protective of her and he looks over her head to check outside the open door. Searching for something new or out of place that might have changed her. His voice is just a low rumble.]
lol no worries
But it still takes his mind a minute to catch up and remember where he is, the nightmares are always so vivid that they throw his sense of reality off. Sometimes, he wonders if maybe the nightmares are his reality. But the soft light and the sound of water from the other room reestablish where he is and the queen's voice, clipped, finishes the snap back to the present.
He honestly debates not moving. But he's not a child trying to avoid school and if she's shown him kindness the least he can do is be helpful. So he rolls out of his corner and onto his knees, almost forgetting her earring is in his hand until he's reaching up to run both hands over his face and then through his hair. He aches. Oh God damn how he aches. Between his position and the twisting abuse his muscles went through during his last bout with the bracelet, everything hurts.
He's had worse.
Rolling his shoulders, stretching his back muscles, he gets to his feet and stands, unfolding tall and lean in the half light. Finishes with a long inhale and exhale to recenter himself. It's time to perform again. He can do this. He finally lets himself focus on the woman in the room with him and his eyes immediately go to the restraints in her dark hands. And then to the bracelet. His stomach churns and his mind tries to back pedal away from reality again. But he forces himself to step forward to stand in front of her, looking down. Is there - something wrong with her eyes... he doesn't remember those streaks of brighter color in them before... Its unconscious when his body shifts the slightest bit, protective of her and he looks over her head to check outside the open door. Searching for something new or out of place that might have changed her. His voice is just a low rumble.]
Is something wrong?