forget my name, cause I'm no good to you

Feeling the sun on his back again was nirvana in and of itself, and the titan found himself lounging on the edge of one of the pools with his forepaws soaking in the warm water. Tucked under his chin was that jar he had purchased in the dream- it had been tucked against his hip when he'd awoken the next day. The strange figure had told him it was the blessing of a god. He was already blessed by the spirits of the Ancients, but perhaps he could benefit from the blessings of a foreign god? He knew he was getting better every day, but he couldn't stand to be useless any longer. Without his eyes, and with his neck constantly sore from the burden of the remaining crystals, he wasn't able to hunt or fight. All he did was waste the family's resources while they waited for him to get better. When would that happen? Now, if he had any say. Poe wanted his eyes fixed. He clasped the small jar between his wrists, and nosed at it gently. It was secured only with a cork top, and he could easily grasp that between his fangs. There was an audible pop as it was uncorked, and he could smell he sickly sweet aroma of the mist within as it rose up and trickled into his nostrils. He found himself back in that eternal night, surrounded by eerie spectral orbs and afraid for his family's safety. And then it was over. The beast was still lazing about in the hot springs, with an empty glass jar between his forelegs.

A frown sought to crease his brows, but found itself limited by the anchored crystals that still clung to the skin in and around his eyes. Dark lips pulled taut, and then curved downwards. Was he feeling any better? Shouldn't a blessing work instantaneously? A snort of frustration escaped him, and he pushed the little jar away. It toppled into he water with a quiet plunk and then was gone. He let the cork fall from his jaws, and it rolled after the jar into the warm water below. Dropping his heavy head back onto his forelegs, he breathed in the steam and opted to wallow in his misery for a little while longer. After that, he would get up and try to make himself useful, he supposed.

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