Dilan looked..... haggard. That was really the only word he could think of for how wretchedly exhausted and miserable he looked. He'd been overworking while taking too little care of himself, and not getting enough sleep to boot; small wonder he looked like one of his own simple breezes could knock him over! The shoulder beneath his hand felt clammy with sweat even through the nightshirt, shaking and faintly..... warm?
Warmer than normal, anyway, as though he had a touch of fever about him. To be honest, Aeleus wouldn't have been surprised at all. Something felt slightly off, though it was hard to tell what exactly it could be by the look or feel--his best guess was that something might be swollen. Perhaps he'd pulled a muscle or two..... That wouldn't have surprised him at all, either. Honestly, Dilan, did Aeleus have to sit on you and give you a back massage until you fell asleep? Was that what it would take to start unknotting all these issues?
The weight of his hand slid from Dilan's shoulder, as Aeleus pulled the desk chair over to the bedside; if he was going to spend some time here, then he might as well get comfortable. Especially if Dilan was willing to actually talk; he hadn't expected a sudden effort at reaching out like this at all. Aeleus frowned thoughtfully, studying Dilan's face in return; he was taking the question as seriously as he took..... well, everything, and that meant searching his memory for incidents, and what little he knew about dreams. Fortunately, at least, the former wasn't especially forgettable. "Recurring nightmares are an established phenomenon, I believe..... But yes, occasionally I do."
He didn't say that occasionally he had dreamed of Lexaeus as being a separate person from him, even when they were still in the Organization, or that he had dreamed of Aeleus as a separate person from him then, as well. Sometimes, he still did. Occasionally, then and even now, he woke up disoriented and confused, still half-dreaming and unsure of exactly who or what he was supposed to be, and what life he was living now. He didn't say that occasionally, he dreamed he was three people--maybe at once, and maybe just one at a time, never entirely certain which he was meant to be at any given moment. He didn't say anything about the way the two(?) of them talked sometimes, or simply walked in silence together, one after another or side by side or sometimes even hand in hand.
He didn't say anything about anything they did in dreams, the good and bad alike, or prompt Dilan to continue or elaborate on his own nightmares. Aeleus simply waited, just as quietly patient as always; Dilan would continue on his own time, and in his own way, with as much as he was comfortable saying. He just needed the space to do so, and the time to figure out how.
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Date: 2015-07-10 07:05 am (UTC)Warmer than normal, anyway, as though he had a touch of fever about him. To be honest, Aeleus wouldn't have been surprised at all. Something felt slightly off, though it was hard to tell what exactly it could be by the look or feel--his best guess was that something might be swollen. Perhaps he'd pulled a muscle or two..... That wouldn't have surprised him at all, either. Honestly, Dilan, did Aeleus have to sit on you and give you a back massage until you fell asleep? Was that what it would take to start unknotting all these issues?
The weight of his hand slid from Dilan's shoulder, as Aeleus pulled the desk chair over to the bedside; if he was going to spend some time here, then he might as well get comfortable. Especially if Dilan was willing to actually talk; he hadn't expected a sudden effort at reaching out like this at all. Aeleus frowned thoughtfully, studying Dilan's face in return; he was taking the question as seriously as he took..... well, everything, and that meant searching his memory for incidents, and what little he knew about dreams. Fortunately, at least, the former wasn't especially forgettable. "Recurring nightmares are an established phenomenon, I believe..... But yes, occasionally I do."
He didn't say that occasionally he had dreamed of Lexaeus as being a separate person from him, even when they were still in the Organization, or that he had dreamed of Aeleus as a separate person from him then, as well. Sometimes, he still did. Occasionally, then and even now, he woke up disoriented and confused, still half-dreaming and unsure of exactly who or what he was supposed to be, and what life he was living now. He didn't say that occasionally, he dreamed he was three people--maybe at once, and maybe just one at a time, never entirely certain which he was meant to be at any given moment. He didn't say anything about the way the two(?) of them talked sometimes, or simply walked in silence together, one after another or side by side or sometimes even hand in hand.
He didn't say anything about anything they did in dreams, the good and bad alike, or prompt Dilan to continue or elaborate on his own nightmares. Aeleus simply waited, just as quietly patient as always; Dilan would continue on his own time, and in his own way, with as much as he was comfortable saying. He just needed the space to do so, and the time to figure out how.