A loyal friend is hard to find. Who: Julia (springforth) and Luke (no_name_face) What: I've come to watch you sleep like a certain sparkling vampire. No, don't wake up - but at least tell me your real name. Where: Julia's cell. When: Tuesday night. Warnings: N/A
As soon as he put down the newspapers, he was on the phone and on the internet, playing paparazzi to the current sensationalised hot topic. Found all the information he could about Nicholas Roth - which was close to nothing except for a face, a title, a position. Not enough for Loki to pull off a stunt with him, without handwriting, voice, demeanour; although he could do more than anyone would expect with just a face.
He then found out where Julia was being held - sweet, beautiful, delightful girl; love at first sight and would have been the love of his life if he didn't already have one - and he was out the door and on the streets, making his way over.
A sparrow landed between the bars at the front of her cell. Unusual, to have a bird inside at this time of the night, having come so far from the kitchen, down the long corridor, and no coincidence that it chose to visit her tonight. It fluttered over to perch on the end of her bed and hopped onto the mattress. It tilted its little head one way, and then the other, before flitting over to the floor.
Bones snapped, crunched and cracked into position, and his real face hovered barely a metre away from hers. She wasn't really sleeping, was she? Squatting on the floor, dark shirt and dark jeans helping him blend in and meld into the shadows cast by the night, his real hand brushed away the strands of hair on the cheek that only the moonlight dared to caress.