CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help. – not accepting
@salturia SAID: "when was the last time you slept? "//if i may!
sleep was a rare luxury these days. it has been for the past few months. before, her sleep schedule had bettered itself since being on the island-- it wasn't perfect by any means and she still had sleeples nights fraught with nightmares and restless thoughts alike-- but it wasn't horrendous. that has long since changed.
the nightmares are prevelant as always, but stronger some nights, leaving her gasping awake, skin pale and fingers clutching to the sheets as a means to anchor herself in reality. worries over secrets kept has her unable to drift off to slumber for too long as guilt gnaws at her heart in the dark hours of 3 a.m. of course, she does her best to hide it or make excuses when she doesn't have the strength to-- work was tiring, a night spent reading, and so on and so on.
but slip-ups were made.
golden eyes widen for a moment-- was it that obvious? she knew her lack of rest wasn't as bad as when she refused to rest until roman had been caught. she knew better than that to let it reach such a level again. but as much as blake would like to get consistent sleep, it just.....isn't happening. not without lack of trying, believe her. the faunus sighs wearily, fingers rubbing at her eyes to chase away the heaviness that clung to them.
" Earlier. " it wasn't a lie-- she had napped, but briefly. ( she's pretty sure fifteen minutes hardly counts as a nap, though. )
