He had already let sleep drag him down far, his stubborn body fighting the illness, zapping all of his strength in the process. Uncovering things he buried deep inside of himself of himself. The child who had been so happy at a time, a time before the runaway slave showed up at their home. Before that man with the square face came with a pack of warriors speaking war to his father. Secrets uncovered, lies known. A child to young to understand all the love and sacrifice done to bring him into a better world. Losses that broke him deep inside in a way he couldn't even explain.
He slept hard, breathing slow. His arm draped over her, and Sylvi watching them both from up on Thorfinn's pillow he had rolled off of to curl into Jo. Her watchful eyes seeing them both, confused but seeming to understand all at once. Thorfinn had been so convinced that the growth of peach fuzz on his face had made him look older, but he still looked so young, more so curled against her deep in fever addled sleep, a small blessing for all while his fever raged, his nightmares didn't seem to come.
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Date: 2016-12-09 02:57 pm (UTC)He slept hard, breathing slow. His arm draped over her, and Sylvi watching them both from up on Thorfinn's pillow he had rolled off of to curl into Jo. Her watchful eyes seeing them both, confused but seeming to understand all at once. Thorfinn had been so convinced that the growth of peach fuzz on his face had made him look older, but he still looked so young, more so curled against her deep in fever addled sleep, a small blessing for all while his fever raged, his nightmares didn't seem to come.