#*oisín

[mzone]

@disdelusion​

   “Why is he English?”

[mzone]

opens one eye. “can’t sleep?”

can’t sleep meme ( accepting! )

   “I fell through the bed.”

And the worst part was that she was sleeping pretty well before it happened. Better than she slept in her own time. Maybe all the restlessness is stored in her body and she just needs to get out of it. For the longest part of the night there was no falling sensation, no weird dreams, no waking up every two hours until you just give up. The lack of dreams in itself was weird, but she’ll take a silent abyss over a screaming one. He knows that. It’s their common ground.

Being back in the room with all its sensations means having the space for goosebumps rushing over her bare shoulders, a vertiginous lurch in her stomach. At least... at least she didn’t go through the floor. The ground under David’s feet is too strong a memory to give out and it keeps Oisín from falling endlessly. At least.

   “God, I feel sick.” It would be scary, for a second, for someone who gets scared, which she doesn’t feel like doing. Oisín touches the rumpled, unwashed duvet to make sure she can trust it. One shoulder gingerly presses into the mattress before a flinch keeps her body from fully lying down. She shakes her head and stands up, pawing at discarded clothes David’s dropped around the room until she has enough for a pillow and something to blanket her on the solid floor. None of his jacket are big enough for her craning body, so she recedes under the coat with her knees pressed into her chest, and closes her eyes. “It’s fine. Go back to sleep, David.”