Aderyn Rhiannon Ceredig (feuillemort) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-07-30 20:20:00 |
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Current mood: | hungry |
Who: Aderyn and Iestyn Ceredig (and a random demon minion for a tiny bit)
What: Just normal chats about torture
When: Thursday
Where: Lucifer's
Warnings/Notes: TBA - but discussion of torture
They were spending more and more time asleep. Not that sleep was restful, considering it was all terrible dreams and waking up to pain. Sleep was difficult, but wakefulness was harder. Addy felt like her entire body was made of cement. Moving was so much effort. There was a pounding against her skull, and her eyelids were always heavy.
Eventually, she forced herself out of the tiny coocoon of blankets, but only because they still had a tiny stash of food and she had been thinking about the fucking fruit pie for the last three goddamn hours. "Iestyn," she glanced over at him. "Iestyn. Wake up."