Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

Its fine. I've had a blast with this thread, and look forward to more between these two. 

Sorin continues his attempt to shake off his demon, a battle that has proven to futile for the longest time. He simply cannot cast the traitor from his heart, cannot block out her poisonous whisperings. The fight rages on, a desperate struggle that he knows he will never win. He is almost immune to the women beside him, as she has claimed his sense of reality. Still, he knows the feeling of a paw on his when it happens.

He whips his head around, but unlike before, his gaze does not contain the deep rage for the women at his side, for she who tries to comfort him. Instead, it contains a grief and sorrow so raw as to swallow any who look upon it. In that moment, he knows how exposed he is, how easily he could be read, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is the fight.

Suddenly, as he catches the comforting expression of Liri, his mind clears. The demon, inexplicably, falls back from the fore, and he is returned to reality. And with it comes his guard, slammed up in an incredibly quick protest to his brief moment of vulnerability. However, he is not so guarded as to be heartless to the women at his side. "I can't, not yet." he mutters in explanation. He cannot reveal just who he has been fighting, for he knows it will only give her more power over him. And he doesn't want to entrust his vulnerabilities in another either, lest she turn against him as well. Still, his neutral expression cannot fully mask the pain in his heart.

"we should get some sleep" he says lowly, for the night is progressing and the cold slips ever closer. Sorin hesitates for a moment before leaning against the ivory female, hoping to both provide and receive comfort and warmth at her side. He closes his eyes as his head falls to the snowy ground, but before he succumbs to slumber, he mumbles one last thing to her.

"thank you."