Re: adrian's room: adrian m/newt p
[Adrian was the color of his sheets, as if drained of blood, and he looked ill. His breathing was thready. Newt didn't need the wandlight to tell him that. He could hear it, coming in gasps. He blinked as he approached, nearly too soft-footed, forgetting himself. He wasn't flitting between trees to get a better look at something fantastic. He was in his friend's bedroom.—The white of the wandlight did reflect off of the shards of lightbulb, as well as the two-faced mirror. Newt took them in.
He looked back to Adrian. And he noticed the black, reticulating, shifting. Yellow eyes snapped back up to the man on the bed. Newt smiled, somewhat flustered. His gaze went to one pale shoulder.] It's all right. Nox. [Darkness fell. Newt sat on the bed, beside Adrian, if he was able. He touched the man's knee gently.] It's a memory. It's happening all around town.