ooc: Hey yeah, i have no phone anymore, so Pm me pleaases <3.
He'd finally been able to sleep peacefully. This night was a long one though, and he did not get to sleep until well into the night, long past the time that his daughter and his mate had fallen into their own slumbers. For the duration of the time that he was awake, he had played with Orin's hair, and just watched his family sleep, like he was on guard-duty. His body was tense so he was. He'd been on edge for some time now, and he would be on edge for a long time. He knew he would be. Once the moon was preparing to go back to sleep, Mars had drifted off into a slumber, in which neither Bartholomew, nor Hurricane took control of the body. The body was worn, tired, and it needed sleep to regain at least some strength, and some degree of sanity. Physical sanity at least. You knew he needed the sleep when he was dragging about, and babbling nonsense. He slept though, and it was a deep sleep, restful sleep that it seemed that nothing would snap you out of it. It was the sleep that you didn't want to be ripped out of.
His dreams were of nothing, a simple limbo that consisted of just, nothingness. It was silent, peaceful. He loved it. There was nothing to intrude on his nothingness, and he just enjoyed it so throughly that he didn't want to move, he almost didn't want to breathe. One needed air to live though, so his body continued the involuntary action of breathing. Soon though, the peaking of the first rays of light through the blinds on their windows started to pierce holes into Mars' nothingness. The world slowly disentagrated and with that came the slowly opening eyes of the man who was in limbo. His bright, icy eyes were tired, but he knew and his body knew that he needed to get up. He realized that Orin was gone, and that sent a quick surge of panic through him, enough to where he jumped to his feet and ran to the door of their bedroom. His hands went to each side of the doorway and he peeked his head out to look and see his woman about to walk out of the house, cloak, and books and all. He scratched his head with one of his hands and he looked at her with a confused look.
Babe, where are you going? he asked to the woman, his voice slightly hushed, as he didn't want to wake the baby. He yawned lightly as he stood straight and walked from the doorway, over towards the woman, stopping at the end of the hallway that branched out to the living room. He needed to get dressed if he was going to go with her, wherever she was going, but he didn't know if she wanted to spend time with him and Svet if she was trying to sneak out the way she was. The groggy man looked at her with tired eyes, and then to one of his cigarette cases that was on the end table by one of the couches. He walked over to it and picked it up and flipped it open. He then grabbed a lighter and walked back over to Orin. I'll go with you if you give me a few to get ready. We can ask Paz to watch Svet. She won't mind. spoke the Russo man as he put the cigarette to his lips and he lit the end of it. He inhaled, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.
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