( Lan Zhan seeks to move him, and he's searching for the edge of the blanket, exhaustion drooping his head while he works to unwind himself. Once, a tangle of forced spirits, the energies left that couldn't accept death, that rode command as potential for answer elsewhere. Held and contained, where now, even in his largest motions, cajoled, requested, released.
He knows which man Lan Zhan remembers. He remembers that man too. )
When will you ask? When we sit under siege, or when we stand with room to act?
( Sleep is what he needs, always needs, always pushes back for later. He doesn't want the dreams of sleep, wants the exhaustion that drives a body down beyond them, but even that has been denied him, frenetic energies dragging his mind higher and higher until the subconscious blossoms down dozens of unpleasant avenues. He shimmies out of the blanket enough that it falls around his waist, Lethe watching, breathing out in concerned amusement, the huff of exhalation stirring Lan Zhan's hair. )
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( Lan Zhan seeks to move him, and he's searching for the edge of the blanket, exhaustion drooping his head while he works to unwind himself. Once, a tangle of forced spirits, the energies left that couldn't accept death, that rode command as potential for answer elsewhere. Held and contained, where now, even in his largest motions, cajoled, requested, released.
He knows which man Lan Zhan remembers. He remembers that man too. )
When will you ask? When we sit under siege, or when we stand with room to act?
( Sleep is what he needs, always needs, always pushes back for later. He doesn't want the dreams of sleep, wants the exhaustion that drives a body down beyond them, but even that has been denied him, frenetic energies dragging his mind higher and higher until the subconscious blossoms down dozens of unpleasant avenues. He shimmies out of the blanket enough that it falls around his waist, Lethe watching, breathing out in concerned amusement, the huff of exhalation stirring Lan Zhan's hair. )
I don't care to dream.