The slow heal that his body needed. Nothing at first, and then the universe seemed to wake around him; it twisted time and reality and everything between to make him live again. Though it would take time. It was nothing visible at first, but then it started to show. It repaired the cuts and lesions on his skin, shrinking them away until it was as though they'd never been there to begin with.
His muscles were next, rebuilding and expanding. His body grew a little as though he were being inflated like a balloon. Bit by bit by bit, he filled out, bone covered by flesh and fat to shape his body back to something it ought to be.
It took hours in total, and there was nothing in him aware of it happening, nor anything in him aware of the sleeping woman at his side.
It continued through the night.
The tufts of hair on his head fell out and replaced themselves with fresh strands, growing quickly and somehow shaped in the style he held those 14 months ago, continuing until he had a full head of hair, just as it was.
And then his skin, the weak and pale pallor replaced with something slightly warmer. Not completely, of course, but more alive even when dead than he was while awake.
And as the new day was dawning. He woke.
Just a breath, and not a wrenching one as it often was, but a small intake, and his eyes opened.
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The slow heal that his body needed. Nothing at first, and then the universe seemed to wake around him; it twisted time and reality and everything between to make him live again. Though it would take time. It was nothing visible at first, but then it started to show. It repaired the cuts and lesions on his skin, shrinking them away until it was as though they'd never been there to begin with.
His muscles were next, rebuilding and expanding. His body grew a little as though he were being inflated like a balloon. Bit by bit by bit, he filled out, bone covered by flesh and fat to shape his body back to something it ought to be.
It took hours in total, and there was nothing in him aware of it happening, nor anything in him aware of the sleeping woman at his side.
It continued through the night.
The tufts of hair on his head fell out and replaced themselves with fresh strands, growing quickly and somehow shaped in the style he held those 14 months ago, continuing until he had a full head of hair, just as it was.
And then his skin, the weak and pale pallor replaced with something slightly warmer. Not completely, of course, but more alive even when dead than he was while awake.
And as the new day was dawning. He woke.
Just a breath, and not a wrenching one as it often was, but a small intake, and his eyes opened.