he wakes from the nightmare with a start and he can feel the rattling in his bones. no... not just his bones. the entire house is shuddering in it’s frame and he can feel the rush through his veins. he managed a moment of calm to appreciate the fact that his father is at work taking a night shift ( because through kanimas and darachs and werewolves his father had taken solace in the fact that his son was very much human and that the supernatural world had him slightly less wrapped up in its grips, though that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore ) and he isn’t there to experience the aftermath of a nightmare. a few appliances have slipped off of his desk but he pays them no mind, knows what comes next when his magic gets restless. he makes it to the bathroom in time for the nausea to hit, tugs off his shirt and kneels over the bathtub in preparation for the sharp pain of his blood bursting through his veins and dripping down his arms into the bathtub. when it comes he just manages to reach out to start the faucet and run the water cold. when the flow of sanguine finally eases and the wound closes itself up, he dips his arms under the flow of the water to clean up his arms before he has time to come to terms with the fact that it’s his blood running down the drain. he turns a moment at the open bathroom door and he thinks he sees movement there. “adi? ‘sat you?”
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