[Dream of the Defier]
He didn't get tired often.
That alone set him apart from most of the cadets in the room, who shifted in their seats as the lecture stretched on, some fighting off fatigue, others forcing themselves to stay attentive out of discipline more than interest. Grimm, on the other hand, rarely felt that kind of physical wear. His body simply didn't respond the same way.
And yet there was something about sitting through a lesson that made him want to yawn.
Not out of exhaustion, but more out of a large creeping disinterest that settled in the longer he stayed still and the longer he was expected to listen instead of act or think on his own terms.
He didn't yawn, though. Not this time at least, never when she was the one speaking.
