I think you should know you're his favorite worst nightmare Who: Athena and Lazarus Where: Dreamworld When: Night time Warning: Probably going to be violent, knowing these two. Either way, bad things will happen
It had been a while. Maybe even too long. Lazarus had made a habit out of checking up on his favorite toy. It didn't matter where Athena was in the world; he would find her. Sirens had to sleep eventually, unless she enjoyed the idea of dying from exhaustion. Now that wouldn't have been fun if she went and killed herself off like that. Toys weren't meant to die unless he wanted them to and he planned on having Athena around for a long time before he decided it was her time to go.
Walking through dreams was nothing new to the incubus, though trying to pinpoint where Athena was would take some time. To his surprise, it didn't take as long as he normally expected it to take. Is she closer now? He would dwell on that later, but for now he focused on the setting. Apparently the dream took place somewhere in Europe, considering the architecture. Maybe Paris? Lazarus focused on looking around for a certain siren instead of figuring out where he was. Besides, the location could change whenever he felt like it. After taking a few corners, he saw her sticking out in a crowd. She might have had her back facing him, but he recognized that head of hair any day. The sinister grin on Lazarus' lips only grew as he stalked on over to her, only to whisper into her ear once he was close enough. "Evening, love."