Orphaner Dualscar (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
badpirattitude) wrote2012-02-19 01:25 am
badpirattitude) wrote2012-02-19 01:25 am
Prisonstuck X
Dualscar wakes up early, his eyes opening under the water and just staring at the ceiling for a moment. Did he really sleep the entire night and day away? It feels like it; it feels like he's been under for a long, long time, and he woke up feeling rested and relaxed for the first time in perigrees.
Then he remembers exactly why he slept so well, and he can feel a flush of purple rise on his face. He tentatively moves his legs and hips; he's sore, but it's a deep, pleasant ache, nothing that he can't work through just by moving around. And there's something he needs to do today, something important... oh yes. The little helmsman is getting delivered today.
That thought gets him out of the shallow pool where he'd slept, and he sits up, gasping quietly as he switches back to using his lungs and his gills seal themselves shut on his sides.
Then he remembers exactly why he slept so well, and he can feel a flush of purple rise on his face. He tentatively moves his legs and hips; he's sore, but it's a deep, pleasant ache, nothing that he can't work through just by moving around. And there's something he needs to do today, something important... oh yes. The little helmsman is getting delivered today.
That thought gets him out of the shallow pool where he'd slept, and he sits up, gasping quietly as he switches back to using his lungs and his gills seal themselves shut on his sides.