Ever since he was a child, Julius had never really taken to this whole \'sleeping\' business. He\'d always wanted to stay up, to wander around the house, to explore. The night was far too interesting to spend indoors, and he couldn\'t understand why the maids and his parents were always at his heels, snapping at him to get back into his room and stay put. There were things to see, sounds to investigate. The manor, whilst familiar in the day, was strange and ghostlike after dark, shadows twisting and merging with themselves to form bizarre, creeping monsters. To a child, it was like a whole new world, and the endless possibilities would tick over in Julius\'s mind like clockwork, making it impossible for him to get to sleep.
He grew out of it, though. Well, sort of. During his time in the army, he\'d been forced to develop pattern in which he\'d spend his days on his feet and his nights in a mind-numbing sort of exhaustion. It wasn\'t especially comfortable, but it was necessary if he wanted to stay alive, and it came with a strange sense of satisfaction that followed him through his travels, even after he\'d technically left the regimental life. He found that if he stayed busy during the day that his mind would eventually settle, leaving him able to catch more than only a few hours each night. And, of course, there was always the occasional bed partner to provide a certain distraction. They always made nights interesting, in any case.
Of course, if he was forced to break that pattern, he was left right back where he started. Only now that he was older and wiser (though the latter was questionable), his insomnia was less of a wonder and more of a frustration.
Sighing and dropping his head back against the pillows, Julius shifted under the sheets for the upteenth time in the attempt to get comfortable. Rubbing the heel of his palms against his forehead, the knight made a face at himself, before shaking his head, squeezing his eyes closed, trying to convince his body that getting to sleep would actually be a good thing in the long run.
Unfortunately, his body tended to disagree with him on that fact, and the day he\'d just had was not helping in the slightest. He\'d visited Lord Dubhdara\'s manor in the hope that the other man would be able to shed some light onto how Julius should handle Dee and the boy\'s... activities with the local medics. What he\'d ended up with instead was a bleeding, terrified squire, a half-mad Lord snarling at him, and a decidedly unexpected insight into the Dubdhara family line.
Opening his eyes again and staring up at the shadows on the canopy of his bed, Julius exhaled slowly, resigning himself to yet another sleepless night. With both his own father\'s illness and Dee\'s situation in mind, he doubted very much that he would get any form of rest at all.
Talon help him, what a day it had been.