Teja son of Tagila (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ostro_goth) wrote2009-11-08 06:10 pm
ostro_goth) wrote2009-11-08 06:10 pm
OOM: Sick Goth
When he is asleep, rolled up on the large fur in front of his fireplace (Teja does not hold with spending days in bed), he dreams of rain and fire, explosions in the darkness, blood and black feathers.
When he wakes, he would rather sleep; he looks around blearily, and one of the rats brings him more water, or more tea, or perhaps ciders. They bring him chicken soup with roasted bread, also, but Teja never feels like eating much of it.
And then, he turns over again, Count settles on his feet or in the crook of his arms, and he returns to fire and darkness and a cat named Gabriel, and a tough young girl named Sarah, and the yearning for revenge, and for his beloved...
When he wakes, he would rather sleep; he looks around blearily, and one of the rats brings him more water, or more tea, or perhaps ciders. They bring him chicken soup with roasted bread, also, but Teja never feels like eating much of it.
And then, he turns over again, Count settles on his feet or in the crook of his arms, and he returns to fire and darkness and a cat named Gabriel, and a tough young girl named Sarah, and the yearning for revenge, and for his beloved...