Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-10-18 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 053, juno, marco, oliver |
Who: Marco & Juno, then Oliver
When: A little after midnight
Where: Juno's room, then Oliver's room
Marco and Juno had fallen asleep on the floor at some point during their fancy-dress sing-along, still shoulder to shoulder and enjoying the rug that Juno had dragged down from his room. It had been an eventful day for Marco, having been out of Oliver's room maybe not for the majority of it, but a good chunk of it. The excitement had worn him out, though sleeping on the floor wasn't strange for him. Personally, he thought he was doing a decent job at not panicking about being in a locked room for the night.
He wasn't sure who had fallen asleep first, but the music was still on the first time he'd woken up, around eleven. He was careful not to wake Juno as he stood and turned it off, then the lights, then went right back to sleep on the floor, feeling tired enough that he thought he might sleep through the night.
And yet, just an hour later, Marco's eyes snapped open again, wide and scared. The dream that had woken him up was already fuzzy, save for a few details. Fighting against restraints, and many monstrous faces staring at him. An overwhelming feeling of claustrophobia. Voices taunting him. The voices may not have been in the dream, though; they were just the things he heard regularly, and just because he'd only been awake for a moment didn't mean they weren't there.
Over the past week or so, his response to nightmares like this was to move where he was sleeping. Usually to the spot on the floor between the bed and the window, further from the door, closer to Oliver, so anyone who wanted to get to him had to go through Oliver, and no one messed with Oliver. He was safe there. But this wasn't Oliver's room. In his half-awake state, he wasn't sure whose room it was, even with Juno laying next to him.
Marco was scared. He was always scared, but being not fully awake and still reeling from his nightmare, and then being lost had him near tears. He sat up quick and made himself try to practice breathing. If Juno hadn't been next to him, he may not have ever realized that it was her room. He was supposed to be there to help her feel safe. He'd known from the start how doomed that plan was. He pushed himself up, jostling the rug as he did. He tried to calm himself for a moment longer, before making a beeline for the door.
He grabbed the doorknob and pulled, but the door didn't budge. He'd forgotten about the lock Juno had put on her door, and in the dark, the thing that he was looking at could have been anything. He whimpered as he gave the door another pull, but the result was the same. Someone had succeeded in locking him up. Shit.