twenty-second nap ☄ phone call

[nightpalsy]

[What a surprise it'd been to wake up to a cleaver in his face. The man (who smelled of burnt flesh) had merely been standing over him, as though waiting for him to stir. Out of instinct, he flung the pillow up into the burnt man's face, using that advantage to slide off the bed. But Hypnos wasn't quick enough: the cleaver barely caught him in the

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[nightpalsy]

[his breathing comes out all ragged and pained]

Thanatos...

[nightpalsy]

Attacked in bed. Got away... but barely. [when the blood starts to feel too wet, he touches the side of his head and winces when he grazes the laceration with fingertips]

Got separated... from Charon.