[Ion isn't exactly sure when he goes from the dream to reality. His mind shakes off the thoughts and the feelings, but still, everything is dark behind his eyelids and he grimaces, afraid to open them...afraid there will only be more darkness.
He feels the blankets and the sheets and the pillow behind his head--and at some point, he feels the soft rustling of Sandalphon beside him as he sits up. Still, Ion steels himself before he finally lets his eyes open.
But he doesn't know if he's relieved. He doesn't know how to react. A part of him feels like he's lived so long--but logically he knows, he's still only so young and so small. His fingers curl around fistfuls of blanket. Eventually...he has to say something. The pervading silence only serves to aggravate a budding sense of anxiety inside of his stomach.]
Sandalphon...
[But the words stop as he stares up at the ceiling, his voice feeling raw.]
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He feels the blankets and the sheets and the pillow behind his head--and at some point, he feels the soft rustling of Sandalphon beside him as he sits up. Still, Ion steels himself before he finally lets his eyes open.
But he doesn't know if he's relieved. He doesn't know how to react. A part of him feels like he's lived so long--but logically he knows, he's still only so young and so small. His fingers curl around fistfuls of blanket. Eventually...he has to say something. The pervading silence only serves to aggravate a budding sense of anxiety inside of his stomach.]
Sandalphon...
[But the words stop as he stares up at the ceiling, his voice feeling raw.]