[It's a long sleep without knowing. It feels like he just closed his eyes. It feels like he's been sleeping for decades.
Damian wakes up much like when he had been resurrected--slowly, eyes opening. For a long time, he lies there without moving, blinking instead, breathing. Listen. Distantly, he can hear the clucking of chickens, and he feels no bloodlust for the thought of them. It's day time.
All of him aches, tender and bruised. Something in his chest is sore, but he doesn't think it's his heart. Maybe it is? Carefully, he raises one arm. The hands are normal, the arm too except for the raw skin from trying to escape. He's relieved, enough to make his eyes burn. He touches his face--all skin, soft.
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Damian wakes up much like when he had been resurrected--slowly, eyes opening. For a long time, he lies there without moving, blinking instead, breathing. Listen. Distantly, he can hear the clucking of chickens, and he feels no bloodlust for the thought of them. It's day time.
All of him aches, tender and bruised. Something in his chest is sore, but he doesn't think it's his heart. Maybe it is? Carefully, he raises one arm. The hands are normal, the arm too except for the raw skin from trying to escape. He's relieved, enough to make his eyes burn. He touches his face--all skin, soft.
Very slowly, he sits up.]