To the question of his inhaler Harrow grunts in the affirmative. It's someplace within arm's reach... if anyone can summon the will to move in this bed, that is. Is it only so comfortable because it's been so long since his body needed sleep? Could there really be this much of a difference between a good bed and everything he's ever known? Maybe Steve's body just really likes sleep.
It's scary to think about, though, despite all of the excitement. Sleeping is a little bit like dying. What if he dreams? What if they're unpleasant? As his eyelids begin to droop the image of the rune atop the bed slowly fades into darkness. It's there to protect from bad things. That means bad dreams. That means it's safe to sleep.
Sleep. And when he wakes up, all of this will be over...
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Date: 2016-01-28 01:00 am (UTC)It's scary to think about, though, despite all of the excitement. Sleeping is a little bit like dying. What if he dreams? What if they're unpleasant? As his eyelids begin to droop the image of the rune atop the bed slowly fades into darkness. It's there to protect from bad things. That means bad dreams. That means it's safe to sleep.
Sleep. And when he wakes up, all of this will be over...