☮ For the snarky serpent-rails >3>
Living with Pyulla was…a change. Different, not necessarily bad but it did leave you feeling in an odd state. You never did get used to living in the smaller hive–that isn’t to say it wasn’t as big as yours when you factored in the complex network of tunnels her lusus had built, it was simply the liveable part that felt more cramped. Not necessarily in a bad way just in a way that left you longing for home and the familiarity of the tall, marble walls. Maybe that was the reason why you were having such trouble sleeping?
Still…during this particular day you had gone through fits of wakefulness. Half the time the dreams were racing you down the hallways of your old home, down into the bowls of your lusus’s den, deep beneath the rest of the castle. Every time you woke in a cold sweat it was after the entrance to the pool had open. It left you feeling unnerved, rattled and a little more scared then you liked to admit, imaging the cold pink eyes of your lusus baring down his row of savage teeth at you.
Unable to sleep you get up to make yourself a cup of coffee, soon feeling far less comfortable with all the paths and tunnels about the hive. Staring down into them for too long was like staring into the abyss–you felt it might just swallow you whole. So instead you head towards the nearest place you believe safety to lie–and that had you staring down the door to Pyulla’s block. It churned your stomach to ask her for help but, here you were, arm on the door, head resting against it trying to steel your nerves. You do it or you don’t but…she was your moirail she would want to know, right? You doubt she’d turn you around for something like this…as stupid as you thought it was.
“Pyulla…?” you call from the other side of the door, voice nearly cracking.
It takes only a few moments for her to appear and look down at you, somewhere between groggy and mildly irritated. And a fast minute later she notices just how worn out and drained you actually look.
“S’matter Gal?” she asks in her Southern drawl.
You’re almost tempted to turn away but…you don’t. Hunched over you stare at the ground. “Daymares,” you finally admit. “I can’t sleep.”
The tall limeblood sighs quietly and pulls you on over into her room, “s’fine, ya can sleep with me t’day,” she says calmly while closing the door.
You doubt you’ll do much sleeping but…at least you know if you wake up again you won’t be alone.
