the night feels fucking horrible.
hive city’s weather isn’t like california or khura’in’s heat, but it’s colder than he’s used to and only makes his worrying worse. at first, all he can do is jolt from his sleep, not knowing what happened or why he’s awake just after four in the morning until he actually remembers. maybe, he thinks, it could’ve been worse — in his dream, he’d managed to avoid death alongside the only person there that he could recognize. but that still meant both vividly remembering what had happened in full and how worrying it actually felt. he hasn’t had a nightmare like that in a while - especially not one that brought up nahyuta and his family and definitely not them being in danger. ( perhaps that was the quirk of trying to forget he was ever in khura’in years ago. )
when he remembers that he can move, he plunges back in hopes to fall back asleep; but as much as he’d like to, he just can’t. instead, he looks for something else to keep his mind on first, vision falling flat on something new at his desk - a phone, he assumes, barely illuminated by the computer light. he … doesn’t really remember buying one, not when he wouldn’t have been able to use it; but maybe that’s what people meant by unlocking something as time passed. when it manages to unlock, he drifts towards his contact list, and surprisingly, nahyuta’s there - just the person he would’ve wondered about. of course, that’s what his phone says, and while he can’t confirm it in advance, it… doesn’t hurt to give messaging them a shot now, does it?
to: nahyuta.
from: apollo.
[ → ] hey?
[ → ] it’s, uh, apollo. probably obvious.
[ → ] you doing okay over there?
[ → ] that’s. really out of the blue. sorry.
... @lastritesprosecution .
