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westwhere2021-12-11 11:19 am
somebadnews) wrote in westwhere2021-12-11 11:19 am
Entry tags:
trapped inside a ticking clock / karma will kill us all
WHO: Five and Diego
WHEN: pre-coup/post-recuse (backdated ahem)
WHERE: Diego's room in Vannozza's wing
WHAT: forced brotherly sleepovers
WARNINGS: usual Five and Diego warnings; language, violence, wolves...
Five knew he was dreaming. A part of him really thought that if he could acknowledge what he knew wasn't real, he could control his panic when he landed in the middle of the apocalypse the minute he closed his eyes. Trapped like he'd never figured a way out, and the last few years had only been a trick of his suffering mind. But it made more sense if he has just made it all up. The odds of his success were so infinitesimal that insanity was the easier explanation.
Except she was there when he turned around. He tried to wake up before she got closer to him, but she was there in his space in an instant and she was smiling with her red lipstick and too many teeth. — He had almost figured it out. Two more years and he wouldn't have had to take her deal. Did she know that, when he reached out to take her hand? The question hit him so strongly that he wanted to scream it in her face and demand that she tell him. He thinks he might have just as the darkness swallowed her before he ever got his answer.
Hot breath on his face snaps him into the present in one disorienting instant, and a heavy weight on his body nearly has him blinking away just as his racing thoughts catch up to where he is.
The wolves. He's on a couch in Diego's room. One of them had rolled on him in the night, and currently has his arm trapped under it. The damn things are more than twice his size, and impossible for him to shove off, and he spends a few moments cursing to himself that he's so much smaller than he was in his dream. He reaches with his free hand to feel under his shirt for confirmation that it hadn't used his belongings like a chew toy, and he sighs when he finds the chain still safe around his neck.
Once his adrenaline starts to subside, anger takes over. Diego shouldn't have let him sleep when there's so much left to do, and he absolutely should be keeping watch rather than dozing where Five can see his hair poking out from the bed nearby. He reaches for the nearest object he can grab: a book he'd been reading before he passed out, and throws it at his brother's form, his wild aim hopefully hitting something worth striking.
"Get up, you idiot." That was too tame of an insult, but he's still groggy and he fully plans to follow that up with something harsher as soon as he's free. "Call your dogs off before I give you one less to worry about."
WHEN: pre-coup/post-recuse (backdated ahem)
WHERE: Diego's room in Vannozza's wing
WHAT: forced brotherly sleepovers
WARNINGS: usual Five and Diego warnings; language, violence, wolves...
Five knew he was dreaming. A part of him really thought that if he could acknowledge what he knew wasn't real, he could control his panic when he landed in the middle of the apocalypse the minute he closed his eyes. Trapped like he'd never figured a way out, and the last few years had only been a trick of his suffering mind. But it made more sense if he has just made it all up. The odds of his success were so infinitesimal that insanity was the easier explanation.
Except she was there when he turned around. He tried to wake up before she got closer to him, but she was there in his space in an instant and she was smiling with her red lipstick and too many teeth. — He had almost figured it out. Two more years and he wouldn't have had to take her deal. Did she know that, when he reached out to take her hand? The question hit him so strongly that he wanted to scream it in her face and demand that she tell him. He thinks he might have just as the darkness swallowed her before he ever got his answer.
Hot breath on his face snaps him into the present in one disorienting instant, and a heavy weight on his body nearly has him blinking away just as his racing thoughts catch up to where he is.
The wolves. He's on a couch in Diego's room. One of them had rolled on him in the night, and currently has his arm trapped under it. The damn things are more than twice his size, and impossible for him to shove off, and he spends a few moments cursing to himself that he's so much smaller than he was in his dream. He reaches with his free hand to feel under his shirt for confirmation that it hadn't used his belongings like a chew toy, and he sighs when he finds the chain still safe around his neck.
Once his adrenaline starts to subside, anger takes over. Diego shouldn't have let him sleep when there's so much left to do, and he absolutely should be keeping watch rather than dozing where Five can see his hair poking out from the bed nearby. He reaches for the nearest object he can grab: a book he'd been reading before he passed out, and throws it at his brother's form, his wild aim hopefully hitting something worth striking.
"Get up, you idiot." That was too tame of an insult, but he's still groggy and he fully plans to follow that up with something harsher as soon as he's free. "Call your dogs off before I give you one less to worry about."
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You know why Diego isn't keeping watch?
He has five wolves
If anyone was going to break in or do anything they would alert him. And yeah, there's a lot to be done, but they're going to do a shit job if they don't get some rest. Five might be used to running on coffee and sheer will, but Diego likes to take better care of his body, okay?
And sleep is part of that.
Not that he's been really sleeping great since Wrath saved him from the snow, the echoes of ghosts rattling through his subconscious.
But he's jarred out of them as a book hits his head, causing him to sit up, almost fully alert from the painful wakeup call.
"Fuck, Five, if you gave me a bump I'm going to be pissed," He rubs the back of his head to inspect as if that's the pressing matter here.
"Come on Grace 2, my brother is a jerk who doesn't realize he could have just teleported himself free."
And the wolf listens, freeing Five as it gets up to climb into bed with Diego.
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"You really think they understood all that?" He almost sounds curious, but shakes his head a moment later.
Once he's freed, he sits up and stretches his cramped muscles. It wasn't long ago that he couldn't sleep long or deep enough that a wolf could roll over on him without him noticing. Which is mildly troubling. Now that he's not in constant agony, it seems like his body is unfortunately making up for all the hours of sleep he lost. Belatedly, he adds — "And I didn't want to teleport myself free and startle a pack of wild animals."
Four of which are still littered around the floor. He has more to say about that, and how he's calling them all Grace while pretending to be able to tell them apart, but he saves it for now.
It's still not light out, so he busies himself looking for a match to get some candles going. He's trying to remember where he left off when he passed out on Diego's couch. Frowning, he looks back to where his brother still hasn't gotten out of bed.
"Give me back that book, I need it."