go_mischief (go_mischief) wrote in newalliance, @ 2017-06-20 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | damian wayne, loki |
Who: Damian and Loki
When: After midnight, June 11th (backdated, after this.)
Where: Wayne Manor, Gotham
What: Loki has bad dreams. It's a thing. So he sneaks into Damian's room for company. Then things just get downright bizarre, because Loki pulls chaos with him wherever he goes.
Rating: Low?
Loki rarely just woke up. Usually he started awake, jerked out of slumber in a swift escape of what was in his dreams. For a moment his let his panicked gaze flit around the room, looking for shadows and dangers, unfamiliar with his surroundings. It smelled of oiled, antique woods, fresh linen, and meticulously tended carpet. The room was glowing green. His pulse was rapid, and he felt magic burning under his fingers, wanting to fight off whatever had been after him in the darkness, wanting some light to be able to see it. He willed his fear-frozen frame into motion, slowing his breathing as he sat up and looked at his hands rippling with light.
That's right. He was at Damian's, spending the night in guest quarters. The room was only green because of his magic. Well, that meant his energy was certainly back. He let his gaze play over the glow, soft, like slow-motion flame at his fingertips. He couldn't tell what the half formed spell was meant to be, and he just wanted to stop thinking, not ponder on his nightly visions for a time. Finally he squeezed his hands into fists. The magic light extinguished, snuffed out with echoing whispers, words tangled together that he couldn't catch. He felt tired again suddenly, the light's absence causing the room to look gray-scale in the way his night vision allowed. His hands fell open again, and he just stared at his fingertips wearily, mind a blanket of fuzz.
The window rattled and the curtain rustled. Loki looked to the rippling cloth, inhaled through his nose instinctively. But he smelled no presence. Problem was, the window wasn't open. The vents were silent. There was no reason for the cloth to sway that he could see. Then he heard the faint chink of chains. It was muffled, as though he only mentally heard it. But it was enough to make him cringe where he sat, one of his hands circling his wrist. The room was quiet. Far too quiet and watchful suddenly. He was bone tired, and he couldn't sleep here.
That was how he ended up walking down the hall on feet quiet enough to make Ophelia herself envy, even though the loose pants lent to him were a little too long so his heels stepped on fabric. Even in his sleep he seemed to know how to avoid areas where floor boards would creak, eyes half closed as he stopped in front of the door. He just touched the handle with the tip of his index. It swung open, obeying his will easily.
There was a big black beast on the floor. Loki blinked sleepily at it. Then he walked forward. Something about his presence finally alerted the big canine, because Titus finally lift his head, ears tall towers. Loki crouched in front of him, smiling sluggishly and scratching at his head. This made Titus scrabble upright on his front paws, raking loudly on the floor and his tail thumping like a drum in the quiet room.
"Shhh," Loki hushed. Titus just opened his mouth with happy pants at his scratching down his neck, though, not really quieting at all. Loki left him finally to creep to the bed. There was Ophelia, awake because of the commotion caused by the dog, eyes glimmering in the dark. Loki considered her briefly, then just picked the blankets up, just taut enough so she didn't lose her curled up perch. Then he slipped underneath the covers and settled so she was resting right by his belly, practically curling up around her. It made it so his head wasn't on the pillows, just underneath them. He didn't seem to care, eyes closed as soon as his head was down, feet wiggling briefly and breathing evenly again. He lay quite still and relaxed, despite the other presence in the room. Well, more because of the other presence in the room.
No matter what Damian thought of him being in the bed, Loki now felt safe enough and was already mostly passed out again.