#dreamtaled

it’s  dusk.   it’s  dusk,    and  exhaustion  wears  him  so  inconsiderately.    tonight’s  attempts  of  slumber  warrant  vivid,    malformed  dreams.    bruise-kissed  hand  covers  sleep-seared  eyes,    frame  splayed   atop  tangled blankets.        ❛    you’re  back    ❜     he  doesn’t  need  to  look  to  know;      who  else  appears in  the  midst  of  restless  nights?    with  lethargy  so  deeply  infused  in  bones,   he’ll  shift,    offer space  ‘pon  the  bed  for  his  companion  to  participate  in  habitual  misery,          ❛    what’s  new?    ❜     /     @dreamtaled.

@dreamtaled LIKED ! for a starter.

( one noticable information: lie. and she sips the fluid from spoon one more time. )

dreamtaled

My Muse is Sick but refuses to stay in Bed, Send “Shut Up! I’m taking care of you!” for Their Reaction to Your Muse forcing Mine into Bed.. [she whines but other than that her protests are weak and futile. she very much detests being sick, having flu probably most of all as it leaves her so incredibly fatigued and achey all over. literally flopping into bed under his watch, she wrestles with the bedsheets, until she resembles that of a burrito, only pale face and slightly shaking hands visable under the mass the starlet has created.] “th-thanks i g-guess…— but don’t blame me i-if you get sick too!” [she sniffles, rubbing tired eyes with one hand.] “you c-can help yourself t-to anything in the f-fridge. um. w-we could watch a movie m-maybe? if i d-don’t fall asleep. which i th-think is gonna happen real soon.”

                       ' comic book superheroes, from hottest to                        not ... test ... go. '

              ❛ how was your christmas? i was real away this time. ❜