|Sagramore (petitmorte) wrote,|
@ 2009-10-15 19:26:00
|Entry tags:||rp: gwytha, rp: mordred|
It isn't until nearly five o'clock in the morning, and a day later, when Sagramore's fever breaks; he wakes up in a room that's nearly dark except for the faint glow of the last of the fire. Gwytha is asleep at the end of his bed, leaning with her back against the wall and her hair unpinned, her hands knotted loosely in her skirts.
He sits up, wiping his forehead and looking around; he has that feeling of newness and reawakening that comes after a fever, as well as being ravenously hungry.