Who: Theo and OPEN What: Restless sleep When: After class Where: The Library Rating: TBD
Theo was exhausted. The only sleep he'd been getting was the one or two hours before his body got up and started walking around by it's own accord; getting a nap during the day was difficult between homework, studying, letters from his father, sex-attacks by Greg (which was the most enjoyable distraction) and all the fuck-uppery going on at school.
It had never gotten to the point where he'd actually fallen asleep in a lesson before, but the library, it seemed, was fair game. He'd been looking up something about thestrals (he didn't care that he was being childishly obssessed, he missed the damn things) and the page had gotten closer and blurrier until he'd fallen asleep with his face against the pages, managing to look like he'd meant to do so in that feline way he had about him. It wasn't a restful sleep though, as his fingers curled into fists against the pages and he shifted and mumbled something, sounding distressed even locked in his dreams.
His father would have been disgusted to see Theo so vulnerable, but right then the boy was just too tired to even think about his father's instilled paranoia.