singing of the light - exhaustion

[wormwood.]

Everything stays, right where you left it.

But it still changes, ever so slightly, daily and nightly.

The thought of losing an entire bed probably would've been utterly inconceivable to Aurum. Not only because the proxy lived in a small house with his son, where losing either of the beds inside would've been almost completely impossible, but also because they were a godsend when he finally succumbed to his exhaustion. Although he never chose to truly acknowledge his own workaholic tendencies beyond the very surface level, he usually knew well when he was on his last legs in terms of energy, and when he was, he often found himself stumbling into his home, dragging himself inside before he could collapse against the plushness of his bed and sleep until he had something to do again. The cycle left little time for relaxing, but he didn't see much of a problem with it, as long as he got to socialize in the little events often put together by others. Usually these events were put together by Feza, the party thrower constantly coming up with new and more elaborate stunts that would bring people together, to very mixed results. Sometimes her ideas were praised, and a bunch of people showed up to them, and sometimes they were written off, with very few appearing other to come over initially and mock. Aurum found he far preferred the former, since they didn't end with Feza looking unusually depressed.

Watching Feza jolt awake in a rather confused and disoriented state brought a small, and even more worried frown to the proxy's face. He knew well how disorienting suddenly waking up could be, but this felt like another level to it, strengthening his suspicions about how much the guardsman had been pushing herself as of late. Hell, a small part of Aurum wanted to pull the proxy card, and literally order Feza off to sleep. Still, he refrained, not wanting to end up in another situation where she felt scared or intimidated by him. Hearing her speak without her usual peppy and high voice was another odd sign that something was wrong, making the whole situation feel vaguely Twilight zone, like he was in a reality that was just like his, only dialed a couple of inches to the left. He watched as Feza anxiously kneaded the ground beneath her, and he found his own claws slipping deeper into the dirt, both out of frustration and sadness. Even in her half awake and almost dizzying state, Aurum could practically predict that his concerns were about to be brushed aside, covered up and decorated by Feza's false enthusiasm. It made him angry, since he found he very much preferred her real enthusiasm, as disorienting as that could be.

Sure enough, Feza began to stammer through her excuses, pulling the prey from earlier nearer to her as she gave a ridiculous lie that was just not ridiculous enough to be true. Aurum's frown grew, and he felt a sigh leave him, his head shaking from side to side, "Feza... I know that isn't true." His voice was even, and sounded more personal than professional, since he was still trying to hold off on the more straightforward route of ordering her to go the fuck to sleep. Tail twitching behind him, the lion rumbled as he looked around for anyone else to help, as if demonstrating how ridiculous Feza's suggestion was when he found no one else, "There's no one else around here in the same state as you right now, Feza. You need rest, and I can tell. Hell, I'm sure quite a few people can tell, actually. It's not a crime to just take a break and get a nice long sleep job, you know. It's good for you. It'll make it easier to do more grand and exciting things later." He was trying his best to entice and convince her with phrasing and imagery he knew she would understand and like, but whether or not it would actually work at all was up in the air.

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