ㅤㅤ@ofhisbreathings ㅤ❜ㅤ* no response came from the opposite slayer — only jumbled nonsense and frightened whimpers that tumbled past bloodied lips that had been bitten raw ( a pathetic attempt to silence the terrified, guttural noises he was emitting ) . the blond was curled into a tight, protective ball around himself ; blankets long since discarded, hours ago when the cold sweat had first broken out upon his skin. whatever he was dreaming of — it was hellish enough that even with his enhanced hearing, tanjiro's words couldn't manage to break through. and it was clear from the electricity that crackled softly in the air that if he wasn't woken soon, it would only become worse. *