saints: (fifty-three.)
the one and only tristina aguilera. ([personal profile] saints) wrote in [personal profile] burnination 2015-11-08 05:53 am (UTC)

[ Tris knows that much.

He knows he needs sleep. He knows that for the past three days he's bene in half of a haze recouping in a variety of ways. He's been lounging on the couch and draped across his bed, he's put a closed sign on his door and called whoever needs calling. There are night calls he makes quietly in chalk and in the water when he's feeling up to it just to make up for the lost time when Max falls off the radar a couple of days.

He has to make it up somehow.

So sleep, of course, doesn't come as nicely as he'd like. ]


And only the best for you. I know.

I'll come. Do I get to be in the middle? I want to be in the middle. You two are always so warm and I'm always really cold.


[ It's the magic bleed out, he knows, he likes feeling it when he can--like a furnace or a radiator that lets out the faintest traces of familiarity. ]

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