[Monday night]

[mind_over_metal]

[It's a dark October night in camp. All is quiet in the Cabin McAvoy.





Until a child starts screaming.]

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[goddamnemperor]

Good night. May your dreams be sweet.

[mind_over_metal]

*the adrenaline from the initial shock of his relocation having worn off and the weariness of the sudden strain setting in, it doesn't take long for sleep to overtake him. and his mind curls up close to Leto's -- not touching, not quite, but getting as near as he can to that miraculous stillness, with the caution of one wishing to avoid being told to go away*

[goddamnemperor]

[his mind sings to you, a faint lullaby, soft and lilting in a woman's voice, to put you to rest]