- Messages
- 16
- Character Biography
- Link
Mylo listened. Gods, he tried to listen, his mind clinging to the sound of her voice as though it were the only thing tethering him to this world. Each word wrapped around him like warmth, easing the storm from inside his chest even as the one outside rolled and thundered above them.
But his body was broken, exhausted, and every gentle brush of her thumb, every steady note in her voice tugged him further under. His eyes burned with the weight of sleep, but he fought against it, lids drooping before he forced them open again… only to fail, slowly, finally.
By the time she whispered her question, his lashes were still, his breath soft and shallow. He didn’t stir. His hand remained in hers, slack but holding onto her warmth, as though some small part of him refused to let her go, even in sleep.
But his body was broken, exhausted, and every gentle brush of her thumb, every steady note in her voice tugged him further under. His eyes burned with the weight of sleep, but he fought against it, lids drooping before he forced them open again… only to fail, slowly, finally.
By the time she whispered her question, his lashes were still, his breath soft and shallow. He didn’t stir. His hand remained in hers, slack but holding onto her warmth, as though some small part of him refused to let her go, even in sleep.