[To Irahl's great misfortune, though his entire body and soul felt more exhausted than he'd been in months, sleep did not feel even remotely attainable right now. Between the vaguely-nauseating way the room rotated slowly around him (was he somehow still drunk??) and the jolts of memory that would hit him whenever his brain relaxed, he'd quickly given up hope of retreating to unconsciousness. So, Irahl had been in the process of chasing the next best thing by zoning out as far from his body as he could get, when the sound of Vincent's voice yanks him back to the present.
It's a little disorienting to suddenly find the other man that close. Vincent isn't looming over him by any means, but being caught without having been wary of his approach first, lying down here with injuries and without so much as sleeves on, let alone armor and cloak, still hits Irahl with a pang of vulnerability.
He spends a couple seconds being very glad that Vincent can't see him--looking a little startled, a mural of bruises and injuries, with almost every scale he has on display--before he catches up to what the other man has left on the floor for him.
Vincent doesn't get a word or a sound of response, but Irahl does carefully lean over to take a drink. And damn does that ice feel good on his mouth, despite the shock of pain that it sends through his battered nerves first.]
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It's a little disorienting to suddenly find the other man that close. Vincent isn't looming over him by any means, but being caught without having been wary of his approach first, lying down here with injuries and without so much as sleeves on, let alone armor and cloak, still hits Irahl with a pang of vulnerability.
He spends a couple seconds being very glad that Vincent can't see him--looking a little startled, a mural of bruises and injuries, with almost every scale he has on display--before he catches up to what the other man has left on the floor for him.
Vincent doesn't get a word or a sound of response, but Irahl does carefully lean over to take a drink. And damn does that ice feel good on his mouth, despite the shock of pain that it sends through his battered nerves first.]