"wake up, teryn!" // raphie @emmusingmuses
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Teryn’s eyes blink open. Their forehead is coated in a thin veil of sweat, and what few droplets that have formed begin to roll down their face as they sit up.
They begin to throw off the covers lazily, confused, when they register a stinging sensation all up and down their arms. Teryn sucks in a slight hiss of breath, before more carefully removing the covers.
“Morning, Raphie-” They yawn, slowly rubbing sleep out of their eyes. When they’re done, they look down to see their arms covered in small cuts.
Weird, they didn’t remember running into anything sharp the day before. They’re still half asleep, and don’t yet realize that most of the cuts are bleeding at least a small amount. It almost looks like they ran through barbwire.