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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus shrugged. "I guess so." It wasn't as if he thought the time of year didn't affect him, but nor did he have worse nightmares in the days around Victis Honor day than he did at any other time. This year, in particular, he just hadn't been able to sleep. His mind wasn't racing, he didn't feel tense or afraid, he'd just lain in bed, wanting to sleep but unable to make it happen. Last night it had gotten so bad he'd wanted to scream, or break something, just to break the cycle. He hadn't, and he'd managed to get an hour or so of sleep, but it hadn't made him feel any better.

He turned onto his side so he could continue to watch Dean as he puttered about with the tea. "No milk," he decided, partly because he wasnt't at all sure the milk he had was still good. It had been a while since he'd used it. "Honey, no lemon." He wanted the sweetness, and it wasn't as if the lemon was going to cure whatever was wrong. The potion, on the other hand, was starting to take effect. The horrible weight in Seamus's stomach seemed to be easing off and he felt like he could take a proper breath for the first time all day. "Pain's getting better," he said, forcing a slight smile.