Repose

Who: Janus, Steve, Atticus
What: Transporting a sleepy Janus
Where: Currently, outside the Carriage House
When: Nowish, immediately after this
Warnings/Rating: Likely safe

Atticus wasn't a worrier, but he was concerned. Wasn't about Janus' appearance or his lack of eyes. Wasn't even about what gender Janus was. Wasn't even thinking about Janus' comment about potentially choosing mortality in order to fix the problems with his vision. Was concerned about this. About this kid, curled up and sleeping in the passenger's seat of the car. Dead asleep, exhausted, and Atticus couldn't wake or move him. Didn't even think to try, because Atticus didn't think of himself as wolf. Didn't think about broken headboards or snarling growls. That only happened when he was feeling anger or arousal. Would never think he could lift the kid and get him into bed himself.

Contacted Steve.

Knew Janus trusted Steve. Had asked Steve, at red lights along the way, to talk to the kid anyway. Had no clue why Janus was out on that road at night. No idea what the kid had been up to, and no clue why he'd left the bus behind. Only knew that, like this, Janus didn't even have the energy to drive, to walk to a car, to walk to his room. That was worrisome. Didn't much care about anything else.

Hated worrying.

Parked the car, cut the lights, and was careful to shut the driver's door quietly as he exited. Walked around the front of the car, glanced back through the window at the sleeping boy that wasn't a boy at all. Waited.

Who: Misha and Claire
What: Basement cleansing
Where: Claire's house
When: The fuzzy morning after this conversation.
Warnings/Rating: Spooky?

( You solved the box, we came. Now you must come with us, taste our pleasures... Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart. )