08-06-2018, 01:26 PM
[size=9pt]/im Yelling
Moon knows bad nights, and he knows sleepless ones. Typically they go hand in hand. He's well used to staring into the pitch blackness around him, counting sheep like a desperate kid to distract himself from memories that crept up on him when the sun sunk into the horizon. He fells ridiculous and childish, despite the fact that he was merely a teenager for his species, and so nightmares weren't completely off the table for his age. Still, he'd stay quiet and keep it to himself. He didn't want anyone knowing he was the way he was. He didn't want anyone seeing him, shaking and biting down on whimpers.
Tonight was different. He slept well. Perhaps it was the busy day or the poppy seeds he'd downed before bed, but he was resting with ease and without imagination. He dreamed of nothing but gentle smiles and big eyes, and the only thing that wakes him is some weight that gathers unexpectedly under his head. He blinks his eyes open with a start, something beaten into him from a childhood spent waking up to things more nightmarish than the ones in his head, but once he sucks in the scent and felt the soft tickle of kitten fur under his chin, he relaxes.
"Har?" He says, voice gruff with sleep. He heaves a breath, adjusting to the mortal plane, and glances downwards. The sight makes something warm flourish in his chest, flood through him like a blanket. He brings his tail up, lays it gently over the kitten. "What's up? Didn't know you were one of them nocturnal vamps."
Moon knows bad nights, and he knows sleepless ones. Typically they go hand in hand. He's well used to staring into the pitch blackness around him, counting sheep like a desperate kid to distract himself from memories that crept up on him when the sun sunk into the horizon. He fells ridiculous and childish, despite the fact that he was merely a teenager for his species, and so nightmares weren't completely off the table for his age. Still, he'd stay quiet and keep it to himself. He didn't want anyone knowing he was the way he was. He didn't want anyone seeing him, shaking and biting down on whimpers.
Tonight was different. He slept well. Perhaps it was the busy day or the poppy seeds he'd downed before bed, but he was resting with ease and without imagination. He dreamed of nothing but gentle smiles and big eyes, and the only thing that wakes him is some weight that gathers unexpectedly under his head. He blinks his eyes open with a start, something beaten into him from a childhood spent waking up to things more nightmarish than the ones in his head, but once he sucks in the scent and felt the soft tickle of kitten fur under his chin, he relaxes.
"Har?" He says, voice gruff with sleep. He heaves a breath, adjusting to the mortal plane, and glances downwards. The sight makes something warm flourish in his chest, flood through him like a blanket. He brings his tail up, lays it gently over the kitten. "What's up? Didn't know you were one of them nocturnal vamps."
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