Cause when it's dark, the light gets easier to see

code © skelle & art © snow--chan 2023
"Speech!"
Surprisingly, it had been somewhat easy settling back into his life in the Hallows again. Perhaps that had been because of that piebald man he'd met a few weeks ago, a flirty and attractive man that made getting over Malachai easier. Though the wine helped, of course. It made sleeping easier for him, when he could sleep anyway. Now was another one of those times. The sun would be rising soon and yet again, Grimshaw had been up through the night. It had to have been his third, maybe fourth, night without sleep.. but he lost count. He wasn't even drunk now, but someone might think he was stumbling through the halls on his way to the courtyard.

He wasn't even really sure why he was going to the courtyard, but it was better than spending any more time in his room, in his bed, alone. He needed a purpose here, again. It was hard enough living with the lack of recent memories, but living without anything to do was even worse. He was used to patrols, trainings, hunts, running a bar, the whole gamut. The Armada had been good for him, had given him the structure he needed to get through one of the many tough times he would go through, but it had also made him restless. Even in his exhaustion.

With a heavy sigh, Grimshaw slumped to the ground in the middle of the courtyard. The sun would be rising soon, and so the pale glow was beginning to brighten the eastern sky. Stars still littered the sky overhead though, and he found himself looking up at them with tired eyes, and getting lost in them.