#needing sleep

I haven't finished writing it yet, but I'm fully exhausted. I'm hoping to have it out tomorrow afternoon/evening.

I shall keep you apprised. For now, my bed is calling and I'm about to go face down for a solid 8.

T~

the breeze, now, keeps him upright. for once, however, there is no odor of booze. just deep and growing bags under his eyes that show in all their rancid glory before he pushes his sunglasses back up on the bridge of his nose. the motion is slow and, when he speaks, there’s a clear effort being put into finding the right words. a clear exhaustion.

❝ fuckin’ — i zoned for a sec’. what were you talking about? something-something chimera, right? ❞ he runs a hand through his hair, then grumbles something under his breath about having to wake up earlier tomorrow than he did today.

Verso doesn't tend to zone out, Nico notes critically. The son of Zeus tends to be more on the hypervigilant end of things, something not completely unheard for demigods who have been 'through it' as they say. So to see Verso gently swaying, to hear him even admit he's zoned out, that's something. That's even more than something considering Verso is... Verso.

Lips suck against his teeth for a moment as Nico considers, hair ruffling slightly in the breeze Verso has summoned to keep him upright. Which again, not a great sign. He could go try to get a bit of the water from the Hypnos again, the stuff dripped from the branch dipped River Lethe, but Nico didn't like dealing much with the river, not when he could avoid it.

Sorry for the constant reblogs but right now everything is perfect and I really wanna reblog them.