[Percy hasn't been sleeping much lately--his bed just feels cold and too large, and when he does sleep, he has blood-soaked nightmares full of corpses and Sasuke's young, tear-stained face as he screams at Percy for betraying him, for the sword he finds in his hands, buried in his own mother's gut.
He'd woken with a gasp, drenched in sweat with nausea roiling angrily in his stomach, and barely managed to make it to the bathroom before vomiting up what felt like a week's worth of food.
Grimacing, he'd spent a while rinsing his mouth and brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth again, until the acrid taste was gone. Then he'd turned the shower on as hot as he could stand it and stood under the spray until he felt dizzy from the steam.
Now, he's in the kitchen with a mug of mint tea, staring morosely at the table. The familiar footfalls perk him up, though, and he finds that he can manage a small smile when Korra comes into view.]
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He'd woken with a gasp, drenched in sweat with nausea roiling angrily in his stomach, and barely managed to make it to the bathroom before vomiting up what felt like a week's worth of food.
Grimacing, he'd spent a while rinsing his mouth and brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth again, until the acrid taste was gone. Then he'd turned the shower on as hot as he could stand it and stood under the spray until he felt dizzy from the steam.
Now, he's in the kitchen with a mug of mint tea, staring morosely at the table. The familiar footfalls perk him up, though, and he finds that he can manage a small smile when Korra comes into view.]
Hey, Sleeping Beauty.