I'll follow you out of the dark I tried it my way but I keep falling apart I'll follow you, with all of my heart I'm tired of my ways, ‘cause I keep falling, I’m falling apart

Wᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ

Parv stirred from his sleep, a faint smile playing at his lips and his arms around a pillow. The beginning wisps of spiderwebs and dark mutterings had long since faded, with the vague memory of dancing shadows and crimson-colored pools already drifting into a haze of forgotten details. He does remember green eyes, staring close to his own, a warm hand held in his, and shared silence that had more meaning than any words that might have been spoken out loud. These, too, merged into a bleary memory. What mostly stuck with him was a feeling of power from within, a sense of control, and flying. The nightmare end of things was quickly overlooked.

Dreams about flying were always cool, Parvis decided.

Fully awake now but keeping his eyes closed, he released the pillow and rolled onto his back, sinking his head into the fluffy white fabric and nestling  into the mattress. Everything felt very cozy and warm and he almost wanted to go back to sleep.

Almost. The events of the previous day began to trickle back to him and he opened his eyes to blink at the ceiling. He really should check on Strife. Surely he would still be asleep after that…incident. Parv didn’t even know what to call it. Strife had referred to it as amputation, hadn’t he? Of some weird cloud that was…part of him? It was all really strange, but after all, Parv did like things that raised curiosity! It just made Strife all the more interesting! He wouldn’t mind learning more, if just to have something to tease Will about later. The mistaken-for-pixies alone was good ammunition. He would have to remember that one. Strife having pet pixies. Parv chuckled to himself as he finally got out of bed.

He briefly considered making some food but he knew his cooking couldn’t compare with Strife’s – those had been some really good omelets, even if he had just wolfed them down without actually taking the time to enjoy them. Maybe Will could teach him how to make them, if he felt well enough to.

Parv grabbed some bread from the ME computer on the way to the cultist room, just in case.  He hummed a random tune – well, not too random, as it was the opening lines to Bōsōzoku Symphonic’s 4th movement – but why that particular song came to him that moment didn’t really register.