[Duo had fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow. By the time Dirk was done with the kitchen he was sleeping peacefully, more or less.
But his dreams were strange. Not quite nightmares, but hardly comforting. In them there was a disconnection between himself and those he was around, almost as if he wasn't there at all. When it came to the other pilots, the people he knew back home, he was certainly sad about it and yet still expected it to happen.
Yet when things moved forward in to present time, in the world so far removed from Earth and the colonies, he found it was much harder on him to have the same sensation around Dirk. At that point it was almost as if he was a ghost, a spirit trapped in place. Dirk behaved as if he knew Duo was there, yet was saddened over it.
Like he had died, only to come back and be a constant reminder to Dirk of what had once been there but was no longer.
When Duo finally did pull out of sleep and his dreams, he found his eyes were burning with tears that hadn't fallen, and he stared up at the ceiling just barely lit by an early morning sun, hand gripping the fabric of his tank top at his chest.]
Shit... what the hell... ?
[A choked laugh alerted him to a sore, dry throat. He groaned and sat up, trying not to cry out at just how much he still ached. He just needed some damn water, and then he could go back to sleep and ignore the pains in his body for a few more hours.
Of course it wasn't going to be that simple. After all, healing potion or not, he did come home with a broken leg. Dirk had set it and the bone was no longer in that condition... but it had left him with some lingering damage.
Getting out of bed and putting his feet on the ground was fine on it's own, but once he tried to stand all balance was out the window. He stumbled forward, leg buckling and sending him sprawling to the floor with a loud thud!]
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But his dreams were strange. Not quite nightmares, but hardly comforting. In them there was a disconnection between himself and those he was around, almost as if he wasn't there at all. When it came to the other pilots, the people he knew back home, he was certainly sad about it and yet still expected it to happen.
Yet when things moved forward in to present time, in the world so far removed from Earth and the colonies, he found it was much harder on him to have the same sensation around Dirk. At that point it was almost as if he was a ghost, a spirit trapped in place. Dirk behaved as if he knew Duo was there, yet was saddened over it.
Like he had died, only to come back and be a constant reminder to Dirk of what had once been there but was no longer.
When Duo finally did pull out of sleep and his dreams, he found his eyes were burning with tears that hadn't fallen, and he stared up at the ceiling just barely lit by an early morning sun, hand gripping the fabric of his tank top at his chest.]
Shit... what the hell... ?
[A choked laugh alerted him to a sore, dry throat. He groaned and sat up, trying not to cry out at just how much he still ached. He just needed some damn water, and then he could go back to sleep and ignore the pains in his body for a few more hours.
Of course it wasn't going to be that simple. After all, healing potion or not, he did come home with a broken leg. Dirk had set it and the bone was no longer in that condition... but it had left him with some lingering damage.
Getting out of bed and putting his feet on the ground was fine on it's own, but once he tried to stand all balance was out the window. He stumbled forward, leg buckling and sending him sprawling to the floor with a loud thud!]
FUCK! Oooow...