Julian Blackwood (synapticstatic) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-11-22 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | activity type: log/thread, character: cian, character: julian blackwood |
Hell, this could have been a window out of one of Micah's own buildings.
It was as if the thought conjured it, there was that the familiar touch up the back of his neck. That familiar brush against his ear. "Focus, Julian," the voice whispered but it changed, shifted just as the hand on the back of his neck did—to one much more feminine. "Focus."
"What the fuck am I supposed to be focusing on," Julian screamed out as he came up out of his bed. It took him a moment to realize that it was neither vision nor dream (after all Kindred didn't actually dream did they? Not really.) but being haunted by a damn Malkavian who was even more out of her mind than he was. And it took another moment to realize where he was. Not his apartment. Not Micah's. It was his room at Connie's. House Malkavian. Where sometimes it was just a fun game of who was the craziest of them all.
Pretty sure he was winning right now, Julian moodily went downstairs and grabbed a thing of blood to heat it up. Kine blood, especially bagged, would never be filling to him but it would hold him over until later. He fired off a text to Micah then he went and flopped down on the couch, cocooned himself in a blanket on it while wrapping his hands around the mug of blood. Maya and whatever she wanted him to focus on could fuck off until later. Like whenever she planned on sending clearer messages. Or leaving him alone together. Maybe she should try being less crazy and send a text now and then.
He was halfway through watching Die Hard when he noticed Cian. Julian felt a bit guilty since he hadn't really talked to Cian since well—things. There was the excuse that Cian had Hound things and Julian had been dealing with Dorian things but in reality, Julian just hadn't liked that he could pick up things about a certain blood sibling when Cian was around and so he had avoided him. But now things had changed, hadn't they?
"Hey, Groot. Which Groot are we today? Standard Groot? Baby Groot? Teenage Groot? Please don't say Teenage Groot."