#donavin blurb

[shadoloran]

Bad Idea

It's all your fault you know...

Vin turned his head in his sleep, gravitating toward where the sound may have come from. He frowned, his hand sliding across the bed to find the source. He'd gone to Undercity that night to test the boundaries of how well he could sleep without Chahni so they weren't so dependent on one another but a lot of it was his desire to be less clingy.

You should have left me in that Estate after we first met but you couldn't. And now here I am... tried to fill the void you left. It just wasn't enough...

Donavin felt himself in the state between dreaming and waking, unaware that the shadows were so starved here that they were feeding on any scrap they could get. He could have sworn he felt the depression of the bed beside him.

"Don't go..."

You no longer have that power over me Vin... no longer... 

He felt a ghostly caress over his cheek and it quickly roused him. He sat up and looked over the master bedroom of the Undercity apartment and saw only retreating shadows away from the side of the bed. He watched until they dissipated into the corners and he caught his breath, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Gods damnit..." It wasn't exactly a nightmare, but it had felt real. Small steps. After calming his heart a little better he dragged himself to the shower to wash off the sleep sweats.  

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Sleep

Vin's head was heavy on the pillow. His eyelids felt as if they were lead, heavy and unwilling to be moved for anything. Focus was blurry and he took a deep breath but all he could smell was his unwashed frame on the bed. He remembered some sort of a sponge bath... was he dreaming about that? How long ago was it? 

He just lay there, letting the dreams echo in his mind. Flying over the Vale of Eternal Blossoms and through the shafts of the Big Blossom dig site until the echo called him deeper... deeper still into the earth. He looked for the source but all that was there was the residual taint now. 

Donavin rolled onto his back and frowned. What day was it? How long had he been sleeping? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. Maybe he should get up and have a shower after another quick nap. He'd close his eyes for only a moment longer...

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Needs

Since he'd been awake, he'd been working on trying to stay as calm as he could. Somehow his emotions had been moving spirits and making bulbs explode in the slightest twitch. It was difficult to have to control his anger, his fear and most of all his confusion about what he was even feeling at all. But he was sleeping when Alinith retook the Temple and became its Master. He sat up straight from his sleep and suddenly felt the pang of hunger that he'd been missing. The ache of his head and the throb of his limbs!

He understood very quickly why his Father had sometimes gone days without eating when he'd been its Master - it provided as best it could even if it couldn't understand what the flesh really needed. It was such a blinding ache that he didn't check on Chi who was laying right beside him this entire time and was on his feet, padding through the hall in his pajamas to get to the kitchen.

Food... dear gods he could smell it... and his throat was parched. Foodfoodfoodfood....AHA!

The icebox was stocked somehow, and he didn't dare question the how or why. It was a gift from the Titans themselves and he grabbed some sort of hoagie and some fruit and a dinner roll... juice and some jerky and started to dig in even before he sat at the table. His happy moaning and swallow grunting was all that could be heard...