Lemm is about as far from stressed as it gets, content - no, entirely happy just to be here, to be allowed and invited to share the space. There is the fact of being invited to rest in the Knight's home, and the fact their pillow-pile is sending very familiar signals to his head about what he is supposed to be doing.
Lemm flinches awake with an unpleasant gravity-lurch as his mind helpfully pretends he's missed a step. He sighs quietly.
It is a little annoying that in order to be happy sharing space with others, the others actually have to be present. (Nonsense. Nonsense thoughts. He's tired-tired, then.)
It's now that he notices the familiar weight to the atmosphere, and turns his head slightly to check on the Knight. The thought occurs that there might be something wrong, but this is dismissed quickly when they appear to be doing the Vessel equivalent of zoning out.
There is a Shade Wing that has spread itself unknowingly very close to where Lemm's hand rests beneath the blanket. Lemm eyes it cursorily, and decides to pretend he saw nothing. He closes his eyes.
...
He hovers on the edge of sleep for some time, deeply reluctant - but he can't keep it up forever. His limit is lower than he'd like; he's getting older despite his better judgement. Lemm's breathing goes tell-tale steady.
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Date: 2023-03-23 02:50 pm (UTC)Lemm flinches awake with an unpleasant gravity-lurch as his mind helpfully pretends he's missed a step. He sighs quietly.
It is a little annoying that in order to be happy sharing space with others, the others actually have to be present. (Nonsense. Nonsense thoughts. He's tired-tired, then.)
It's now that he notices the familiar weight to the atmosphere, and turns his head slightly to check on the Knight. The thought occurs that there might be something wrong, but this is dismissed quickly when they appear to be doing the Vessel equivalent of zoning out.
There is a Shade Wing that has spread itself unknowingly very close to where Lemm's hand rests beneath the blanket. Lemm eyes it cursorily, and decides to pretend he saw nothing. He closes his eyes.
...
He hovers on the edge of sleep for some time, deeply reluctant - but he can't keep it up forever. His limit is lower than he'd like; he's getting older despite his better judgement. Lemm's breathing goes tell-tale steady.