InsaneJournal

Who: Feyre
Where: in the living room
What: Sleeping troubles.
When: Late night, early morning.
Rating: TBD
Open: Yes to anyone staying at the Rogers'
Status: Ongoing.

It wasn't new, for Feyre to have problems sleeping. Nightmares had plagued her since her tests Under the Mountain. Some were bad, others were... Still bad but not bad enough to wake her and push her out of bed. She was sure that her walls were in place, but regardless, she sent a silent apology down the bond to whoever felt it. She wasn't sure if Katherine felt her or not, since she had bonded with Rhysand. She hadn't explored it. Part of her hoped she didn't, because she felt bad enough when her walls slipped down and Rhys got exposed to her own personal hell. With the lack of sun it was getting harder and harder to tell if it was supposed to be daytime, or if it was still night. Without looking at the phone. Which she had neglected to do. She neglected the item all together, leaving it behind in the borrowed room, by the borrowed bed, as she crept down the stairs. Wary of any sounds that they might have made. Hoping that any sound that she might have made escaping her bed was kept to the dullest of whispers, by either High Fae grace, or what she'd learned while hunting for her family when she'd still been human. Wearing the warm flannel things she'd collected in her time on the island, she padded her way to one of the windows. The faintest of breath clouding over the pane, as hot air met cold glass. Her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the snow eddies dance over the fresh powdered ground. Feyre couldn't help but wonder if there was anything that the High Lord of the Dawn court had given her to help raise the sun. As she leaned against the frame of the window.