Mello looked up when Sephiroth came closer; he'd been laying on his good side, propped up on some pillows and resting.
He was perpetually resting. He was getting so sick of it-- and it had only really been a day since he'd even been fully aware. Before that was an incoherent mess, and he preferred feeling the ache in his body to barely being able to remember his days. He'd slept a lot, in a pleasant daze, but an unnatural one, and Mello didn't like that. Pain was better if it came with awareness.
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Date: 2011-06-29 07:06 am (UTC)He was perpetually resting. He was getting so sick of it-- and it had only really been a day since he'd even been fully aware. Before that was an incoherent mess, and he preferred feeling the ache in his body to barely being able to remember his days. He'd slept a lot, in a pleasant daze, but an unnatural one, and Mello didn't like that. Pain was better if it came with awareness.
Of course, the pain was less. But still.