This is from a long-abandoned fic idea, but I still love it:
It's not long before Lalli's eyes start to droop with exhaustion. He was dead tired on the best of days- the mission had all but flown by his eyes in a drowsy blur, with each death-defying manouver barely registering as a blip on his radar. And while he'd usually be active and bright-eyed (and probably very uncomfortable), these days he had surpassed feeling anything much more than the emotional equivalent of "fuck it".
Re: WIP
It's not long before Lalli's eyes start to droop with exhaustion. He was dead tired on the best of days- the mission had all but flown by his eyes in a drowsy blur, with each death-defying manouver barely registering as a blip on his radar. And while he'd usually be active and bright-eyed (and probably very uncomfortable), these days he had surpassed feeling anything much more than the emotional equivalent of "fuck it".