[ he's not ashamed of that. it's his job, and cyno takes it incredibly seriously. he does not take life unless it is absolutely necessarily, and he has absolutely no regrets. still, the weight of it all can pull heavy, sometimes, and their voices now haunt him in his dreams. tighnari pulls a little closer on the bed, and cyno's weight soon sags against him, his carmine eyes flicking open to look into tighnari's face again. just the sight of him is soothing. ]
The dream? It.. didn't make much sense. There was blood.
[ so much blood. old blood, rank and reeking, sticking to his skin. ]
And voices.. screaming. Angry. I recognized them all.
[ cyno's eyelids drop low, his throat bobbing as he swallows, his rough thumb smoothing along the inside of tighnari's wrist. ]
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Date: 2022-11-16 10:40 pm (UTC)[ he's not ashamed of that. it's his job, and cyno takes it incredibly seriously. he does not take life unless it is absolutely necessarily, and he has absolutely no regrets. still, the weight of it all can pull heavy, sometimes, and their voices now haunt him in his dreams. tighnari pulls a little closer on the bed, and cyno's weight soon sags against him, his carmine eyes flicking open to look into tighnari's face again. just the sight of him is soothing. ]
The dream? It.. didn't make much sense. There was blood.
[ so much blood. old blood, rank and reeking, sticking to his skin. ]
And voices.. screaming. Angry. I recognized them all.
[ cyno's eyelids drop low, his throat bobbing as he swallows, his rough thumb smoothing along the inside of tighnari's wrist. ]