[ Sure enough, he sleeps through both breakfast and lunch, and all attempt to wake him are met with exhausted, incoherent grumbling. It’s mid-afternoon when he finally rises, which is shameful.
He drags himself to the library. No doubt at least Sypha will be there, going over some book or another. And then he freezes in the doorway, one hand reaching for a whip that isn’t on his belt right now. The other slowly curls into a fist, short nails cutting into the flesh of his palms. ]
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[ Sure enough, he sleeps through both breakfast and lunch, and all attempt to wake him are met with exhausted, incoherent grumbling. It’s mid-afternoon when he finally rises, which is shameful.
He drags himself to the library. No doubt at least Sypha will be there, going over some book or another. And then he freezes in the doorway, one hand reaching for a whip that isn’t on his belt right now. The other slowly curls into a fist, short nails cutting into the flesh of his palms. ]