The Morning After || Caspian and Caldenlokiel
There were no windows in Caspian’s room, and Cal hadn’t noticed a clock, but his internal timer told him dawn was breaking. Somewhere beyond the bleak, gray haze the demons kept the camp surrounded with. He hadn’t slept that night. Every noise seemed a threat to end this tiny peace he’d found in the shadow manipulator. He also hadn’t moved, for fear of waking the other.
But it was time. The longer they waited, the more chance they would take Cal away. He shifted slightly, trying to awaken stiff muscles. His arms had surrounded Caspian, a protective embrace through the night. The one under him had fallen asleep several hours before and was numb. The free one on top moved to Caspian’s shoulder with the intent of waking him. However, on instinct, his wings stretched out behind him before he remembered the broken bones therein. A hiss of pain escaped through his teeth.
