[ cyno is usually quite perceptive, quite aware of his surroundings, but his blood is pounding in his ears, and he's so distracted that he does not note tighnari's approaching footsteps, does not know he's there until his knuckles rap on the door. he hates how the sound startles him, how it shoots a shiver down his spine, how he reaches reflexively for the polearm that isn't there.
it's fine. it's tighnari. it's fine. it was only a dream. it's fine.
cyno sits up, the sheets damp with sweat, pooling around his hips as he runs both hands over his face, callused fingers trembling. that something so intangible as a dream could cut him so deeply has him shaken. dreams can't hurt him. dreams pose no threat. so why does his stomach feel tight with panic? ]
Yes, I'm.. yes.
[ his voice sounds raw in his own ears. cyno takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, deliberately, attempting to bring himself down, to find calm, but those vivid images swim in his mind's eye. he can still hear their voices condemning him. ]
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Date: 2022-11-16 09:18 pm (UTC)it's fine. it's tighnari. it's fine. it was only a dream. it's fine.
cyno sits up, the sheets damp with sweat, pooling around his hips as he runs both hands over his face, callused fingers trembling. that something so intangible as a dream could cut him so deeply has him shaken. dreams can't hurt him. dreams pose no threat. so why does his stomach feel tight with panic? ]
Yes, I'm.. yes.
[ his voice sounds raw in his own ears. cyno takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, deliberately, attempting to bring himself down, to find calm, but those vivid images swim in his mind's eye. he can still hear their voices condemning him. ]
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