Who: Destiny and Mystic What: Destiny had a vision and doesn't want to go back to bed. Where: Their place When: Around 2am Wednesday morning Rating: PG-13 for now
It wasn't really surprising when Ivan, while sleeping, had a vision of the future. Most of them didn't upset him too terribly and he tended to remain in bed with his lover. However every now and again there would be a bad one and he'd slip out of bed, leaving Raphael to sleep, to head into the living room and sit down with a warm glass of milk. It calmed him more than alcohol ever could, since it was something his mother had given him whenever he'd been upset as a child. He snuggled a bit back into the couch, flipping on the TV. Finding something he was willing to listen to he left it on the news and took a sip of his milk.
As he sat and listened he thought back on his vision; his dream. It hadn't been any of their direct futures but sometimes he pulled in sad ends to someone's life nearby. That had been what he'd seen that night and it wasn't pretty. It was murder, actually, but he wasn't about to make a tip to the police. Back when he was younger he'd done that and gotten in trouble time after time because rarely did they ever believe the 'I can see the future' excuse he'd always use. Even if it wasn't an excuse.