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I’m such a “nah I got it” and suffer in silence type of person.

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                    ❛ caeles, ❜  red-knuckled fingers curl tentatively around the edge of the door.  ❛ caeles. ❜  he speaks again, hushed, toneless voice penetrating the all-encompassing silence. [ the absence of noise is pleasant, but hardly in the aftermath of the cacophony of anguished cries that’d previously perturbed him in the velvet cloak of night. ] his other hand cradles his pillow to his torso, fingers kneading the silk-cloaked feathers for any semblance of comfort they can derive from the action.

                              caeles is having nightmares again, it seems.

                    galvan is scarcely surprised. from his perspective, though based solely upon the vague facets of caeles’ life he’s had the honour to know of, the presence of night terrors plaguing his friend’s psyche is hardly shocking. a veteran, so he claims. seldom does galvan find reason to fixate upon them, and he supposes it isn’t much his business. benumbed as the scientist is to the complexities and idiosyncrasies of his chanced companion, one particular trait that has risen to prominence is this.

                              the nightmares.

                    the evening interruptions aren’t particularly taxing upon the man who sleeps so rarely himself; but he’s worried. petrified of becoming a catalyst for caeles’ decline, he stands in safety outwith his self-dictated exclusion zone, heart palpitating raggedly in his throat. [ don’t perceive your friend as a nuclear danger, ] the cheerier voice within his psyche chides, [ he will hardly blow up on you. ]

                    ah. and so, caeles is awake. or appears to be so. his hand strays from the door, fondles in the darkness to find the switch for the lamp settled upon his desk. trembling fingers gingerly drifting, searching -- click. he squints, electric green eyes abruptly engulfed in the instantaneous burst of yellow light, straining to adjust to the harsh contrast. icy air fills his constricted lungs as he speaks;

                   ❛ you were having a nightmare again. are you alright ? ❜

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Hard like a rock, cold like stone.

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recursive disambiguation

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