The Flow of Time | Haeyin, Azrael
It was either very late, or impossibly early. Haeyin knew it to be one or the other, as the room was still dim, a single lit candle on the wall serving as the only light, and yet for some ungodly reason he could hear the sounds of people talking, moving through the hallway of the tavern’s inn with heavy steps. Someone shouted, followed by laughter, voices muffled by the walls but still loud enough to annoy.
Grumbling, his mind still foggy with sleep, Haeyin rolled onto his side and pulled the blanket over his head, hoping it would be enough to cancel some of the noise. It wasn’t. He sighed heavily, shifting again, covering his head with a pillow this time. After a few more minutes of fighting to fall back asleep, he sat up suddenly, scowling in the dark, his hair hanging slightly in his face.
“Hasn’t anyone heard that it’s rude to be so loud when people are trying to sleep?” Haeyin muttered, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm.