InsaneJournal

Day Ten
Who: Vaako and Riddick
When: Early Evening
Where: Their room
What: Odd conversation
Rating: PG
Status: Complete



Unsurprisingly, the dark-haired man had been pretty much constantly somewhere else, except when he needed to sleep. It just wasn't that comfortable being around a man who wanted to kill you, and was likely only stopped because he couldn't. Not to mention the constant dark really got to him. Of course, he did have to come back to sleep, but over the last few days, that had been pretty much all he had come back to his room to do.

Things were still tense, of course, but over the previous few evenings, they'd gotten into a bit of a rhythm. Vaako came back, he cleaned his armor, and they sometimes even talked a bit. Nothing much, but then, Riddick did have a habit of saying exactly what he thought, and Vaako had definately had to walk carefully around him. He had too many secrets that he needed to protect. It was an odd sort of armed truce, but the bruises were fading and he much prefered this to the way Riddick had greeted him. At least this way, the bruises could fade, and he probably wasn't going to be getting a whole new set. Though it was too soon to tell.

As usual, he'd risen in the early morning and gotten ready to go out into the world. He hesitated over his armor, neatly placed nearby and clean. It had been a pain to clean it yesterday, from all the sand being blown about. It would be so much easier to just skip it. But in the end, his habits were too strong. He did, however, leave off the gauntlets, and in fact all the smaller pieces. He'd just have to hope no one attacked his arms or feet, or face. His legs and chest were still covered. Still, he felt close to naked as he stole quietly out of the room, leaving his axe behind as well.

There was no real question over where he would go. He'd finished the play about MacBeth already, and was now working on a series of fantasy novels that he was almost certain were fiction. He couldn't be completely sure, because of all the different people that were on Mirage. This place very well could exist. It led a nice little thrill to the whole thing.

Finally, his eyes were sore from reading so much, and he was getting tired. With a soft yawn, he put the book on the table, ready to come back to it tomorrow. Briefly, he considered bringing it back with him to his room, but what was the point? He couldn't read in the dark. It was still storming outside as he made his way back to the dorm room he shared with Riddick. As predicted, by the time he got there, he felt sand that had crept in through every single crack in his armor. Very irritating.

It always felt a bit like taking his life into his hands when he pushed open the door to his room. He had to get himself ready, take a deep breath, and then just do it. Sort of like attacking someone, actually. As always, the room was pitch black, but he was getting good at making his way to his bed. At least Riddick didn't keep this room a mess, or else he'd be tripping all over the place.