Micolash squirms and groans, or at least tries to. Moving isn't easily done when he's waking up still so sore and now stiff as well. Feeling the demon still behind him and the warmth between the two being so substantial, a clue that he'd laid with him this whole time. Or at least has been here for longer than just this moment as he stirs awake.
"Kin?" His voice is just a croak. And thanks to such a prolonged sleep with such muddled dreams (fragments and shards and foggy sights and windows of other people's dreams other people's fears and suffering, all of it swirling around inside of HIM now, returned to the architect of the Nightmare now that it's dismantled) Micolash rolls over wondering why there's such a soft pressure around his face. Something wrapped around his upper head? Why can't his eyes-
Micolash gasps and spasms, rushing to lift a hand to where his eyes aren't working. His body is halting and clumsy, pain and damage in his muscles and tendons making limbs difficult to control. His hand bumps into his own face as if he'd overreached and he's already trying to wriggle a thumb under the wrappings. Hoping if he pulls this off, he can see again.
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"Kin?" His voice is just a croak. And thanks to such a prolonged sleep with such muddled dreams (fragments and shards and foggy sights and windows of other people's dreams other people's fears and suffering, all of it swirling around inside of HIM now, returned to the architect of the Nightmare now that it's dismantled) Micolash rolls over wondering why there's such a soft pressure around his face. Something wrapped around his upper head? Why can't his eyes-
Micolash gasps and spasms, rushing to lift a hand to where his eyes aren't working. His body is halting and clumsy, pain and damage in his muscles and tendons making limbs difficult to control. His hand bumps into his own face as if he'd overreached and he's already trying to wriggle a thumb under the wrappings. Hoping if he pulls this off, he can see again.