[OPEN] after tonight, another day

[sunstead]

Who: Clamor & OPEN
When: All through July
What: Catch-all log! Open + closed prompts
Warnings: Possible mentions of self-harm; can be avoided if you let me know, but he's having A Rough Time between the 6th and the 12th specifically. Will update if needed!

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[sunstead]

[he was doing a piss poor job of hiding it, but he's still a little surprised when Sidney hands him the monocle. ah... well, at least he can use that to see properly. it's still too dark and he still has to squint, but he can read without giving himself a headache now. he takes it with a shaky hand, putting it carefully in place.

he's more awake now, mostly aware of the situation, and... still completely numb. is it too optimistic to keep hoping that's part of the dream? that it's just going to wear off if he waits long enough...?

but for now, he's... fine. close enough to fine. he feels embarrassed for making a scene, and maybe focusing on that will help him with calming down. he reaches for the notebook, scrawling out a reply in messy handwriting.]

Sorry. It was just a dream, I'm fine.

[wolfetracks]

( sidney watches as the other shakes, as he tries to force himself to smile and hide his shame. about a nightmare, about being unable to feel anything at all- does he even feel the ground beneath them?

after a moment, sidney puts his hand over one of clamor's while the other can at least see, so he knows it's happening on some level, before sliding the notebook to himself to write- )

You have nothing to be sorry about. It's a terrible situation. But you're safe.

[sunstead]

[he can't feel it, but... he can still appreciate it. the gesture is enough. he's here, he's real, and so is Sidney...

exhale, remember how to breathe. once he's accomplished that much, he moves to write another response.]

Thank you. Sorry I woke you up.

[... Sidney literally just said not to apologize, but y'know. habits.

he hesitates before writing one more line, a little more slowly and carefully than the last.]

Is Noah still asleep? [Don't tell him about this is implied, but. he hopes it comes across. especially now, when Noah has already had a rough month... he really doesn't need to be worrying about Clamor.]

[wolfetracks]

You both apologize too much for things you shouldn't be sorry for.

( and the message is delivered with a flat look that dissolves back to concern and the concept of trying to beat away a sense of helplessness with a golf club. )

He is, yes. Sara, too.

( which, good. let the kids stay unmarred by this. they have their own things to shoulder. he can stay up with clamor, keep him calmed and distracted. he hopes that the flour children's curse isn't permanent. )