Felwinter tilts his head up and he lets him without protest, still struggling to focus. Contact helps, frustrating as it is to need it. He shouldn't need help. He should be able to drag himself out of this state on his own.
"Apologies," he murmurs in response. He sits up a little more straight, as if that will drag his thoughts back to their proper order.
He clenches his jaw at the question, frustration welling up that it was even noticed. Why him? No-one else seems to struggle in this way and it is distressing to not be able to exert as much control over these dreams and visions as he can over his Light. "I'm not sure," he says. "Perhaps. I saw..." He shakes his head. "It's stupid. A restless mind that I need to control better."
Drifting and spiraling. It's why Felwinter is making Osiris look at him in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, he'll get through. "You have nothing to apologize for. Although you might consider being gentler with yourself." No mystery has ever become clearer through berating it, after all. "You have never been given to idle daydreams or flights of fancy. 'Stupid' is not the right word." He trusts that Osiris can tell the difference between a simple dream and something more, and that if he's remaining this shaken, there must be a reason.
After all, how many times has he been called paranoid when there is a very real, Warmind-shaped reason for him to take certain precautions?
But with that said, Felwinter releases him to attend to the tea and to allow Osiris a moment to process.
"I cannot afford to be 'gentle'," Osiris replies, acid on his tongue. He needs to be better. He has to be better. He has this immortality, his many lives, is it not his duty to use them?
Felwinter steps away and Osiris slumps back in his chair. No matter his willpower, he cannot escape his exhaustion. He hovers over his response for a few seconds, and then bites back his impulse to hide. Felwinter has never given him any reason for mistrust.
"I dream of the Darkness," he says quietly. "Of something waiting in it, watching."
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Date: 2023-08-08 10:05 am (UTC)"Apologies," he murmurs in response. He sits up a little more straight, as if that will drag his thoughts back to their proper order.
He clenches his jaw at the question, frustration welling up that it was even noticed. Why him? No-one else seems to struggle in this way and it is distressing to not be able to exert as much control over these dreams and visions as he can over his Light. "I'm not sure," he says. "Perhaps. I saw..." He shakes his head. "It's stupid. A restless mind that I need to control better."
I am so sorry, Fel was not cooperating and I kept losing my post and bleh
Date: 2023-09-15 04:46 am (UTC)After all, how many times has he been called paranoid when there is a very real, Warmind-shaped reason for him to take certain precautions?
But with that said, Felwinter releases him to attend to the tea and to allow Osiris a moment to process.
No worries at all <3
Date: 2023-09-15 09:02 am (UTC)Felwinter steps away and Osiris slumps back in his chair. No matter his willpower, he cannot escape his exhaustion. He hovers over his response for a few seconds, and then bites back his impulse to hide. Felwinter has never given him any reason for mistrust.
"I dream of the Darkness," he says quietly. "Of something waiting in it, watching."