Two Eyes Cenote When the water reaches your neck

Short read only to keep him afloat. This is waybackdated, set after this thread. Kept incredibly vague.

After dining and performing any niceties expected of him, Rooke was deposited into a guest chamber. Left for the remainder of the evening to rest. Alone, he now had space to breath and a chance to unravel.

Young limbs creaked, coming undone, to lay sprawled across the bed. Tail curling against his belly, a shuddering sigh racked his flanks.

His eyes shuttered close but no sleep followed. Rooke lay there, emptied of all that he had. Body exhausted from the endless worries. The worry was tired of itself. The panicked leap of his heart had long since ceased. Any thoughts that raced through his mind were reflex. All he knew was how to worry. What was he if he didnt? Rooke worried and worried and worried. All he ever was, and ever will be, was a worried half-breed.

He could not remember what he lingered on when sleep finally closed in. Only that it inevitably arrived, just as the sun would rise in the morning.