( @carelvss )
卐 ⟶ oceanic optics still open & alert at four in the morning wasn’t abnormal for the solider, insomnia & the need to be vigilant still carrying themselves over as permanent traits even within his amnesia-ridden state of being; yet - that didn’t mean he expected the sudden CRASH that came from declan’s room, frame that had been nestled upon the couch as a place of residence until he figured something out scurrying upwards in frantic motion. why? perhaps it was a sense of protective- ness that the hydra-made wasn’t aware he needed to keep suppressed, maybe it was internal concern and instinct that he could be the one under attack, yet as physique hovered by the other man’s doorway, oceanic hues glancing curiously over the mess upon flooring, gut told him there was a STORY here that was far away from the previous worries his mind had frazzled over.
❛---- can’t sleep?❜