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vatheon2013-08-21 10:40 pm
doctor_dragoon) wrote in vatheon2013-08-21 10:40 pm
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My age has never made me wise
Who: Night and Yukio
Where: Yukio’s bedroom in the Villa
When: Wednesday night.
Style: Starting in brackets, will follow.
Status: Closed.
[Yukio glared at the bubble hovering over his head again before he removed his glasses and set them on his bedside table. At least without his glasses the bubble was less distinct. Just an annoying blurry shape rather than a curse broadcasting everything he worked so hard to hide on a daily basis.
He’d been lucky so far, able to avoid awkward topics in public and keep out of social situations in general. Surface thoughts were easy enough to deal with and he’d had more than enough practice keeping himself composed, inside and out (mostly)… Some might call it “lying”, but it was a skill that had served him well for a very long time.
Shaking his head to himself, the exorcist gave the bubble one more frown before sliding into his bed and under the blankets, turning to rest on one side so that the curse wouldn’t distract him from sleeping. He got more of that in Nautilus than he ever had at home, but it never seemed to be quite enough.]
Where: Yukio’s bedroom in the Villa
When: Wednesday night.
Style: Starting in brackets, will follow.
Status: Closed.
[Yukio glared at the bubble hovering over his head again before he removed his glasses and set them on his bedside table. At least without his glasses the bubble was less distinct. Just an annoying blurry shape rather than a curse broadcasting everything he worked so hard to hide on a daily basis.
He’d been lucky so far, able to avoid awkward topics in public and keep out of social situations in general. Surface thoughts were easy enough to deal with and he’d had more than enough practice keeping himself composed, inside and out (mostly)… Some might call it “lying”, but it was a skill that had served him well for a very long time.
Shaking his head to himself, the exorcist gave the bubble one more frown before sliding into his bed and under the blankets, turning to rest on one side so that the curse wouldn’t distract him from sleeping. He got more of that in Nautilus than he ever had at home, but it never seemed to be quite enough.]
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The only problem came in the form of dreams. Every night he dreamed of Monaka and there was something terribly intrusive about those memories being on display. The smell of blooming flowers in his room didn't help the memories from returning each night so he had an idea.
Which leads him into Yukio's room, trotting in on silent paws. Sleeping with Rin and Maka was out of the question now that Kid was there too (letting him wake up to cat hair on the bed was probably rude) and Roxy was too far off for him to reach tonight so Yukio it was. Surely he wouldn't mind?
Night hops up on the bed, a very light dip in the mattress to announce his presence. Whether Yukio was still awake or not he couldn't quite tell...]
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... No kneading.
[A few weeks prior he might've asked why Night was even there, but things were a little different between them now.
And nevermind dreams. He hadn't even considered that dreams could be a problem. As someone with a private bedroom who did his very best to do all his sleeping there, the thought of sharing dreams had never even crossed his mind.]
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A soft purr vibrates through him as he starts to drift off, the bubble above him starting off by showing faint images of flowers, weeds specifically, in a beautiful backyard.]
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Sleep takes him fairly quickly, thankfully, another skill that had served him well for a fairly long time. With all the commitments he regularly takes on, he grabs sleep wherever he can get it, and without any pressing concerns to occupy his mind? Yukio's out in five minutes flat.
It's two or three hours later when Yukio stirs again, feet moving away from Night as he curls in on himself. He's still asleep, but his breathing comes a little quicker than before and he's begun to sweat. Above bubble above him is swirling with indistinct shapes, lines solidifying and bowing as they move in and out of frame, giving the impression of passing through a tight corridor.]
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Lifting his head he yawns quietly, ears falling back as he starts to clear some of the fuzziness from his mind. He'd go walk for an hour then come back to sleep some more. Pretty simple.
Until he sees Yukio's bubble changing, along with Yukio's own posture shifting from relaxed to high tension. Night sits up, eyeing the bubble with guilty curiosity. If it turned into a nightmare he'd wake him up...]
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The odd corridor tightens further before suddenly spreading out, sketchy shapes forming into what might be trees. Movements within the bubble are shaky, but as the images smooth out and become more easy to read, a vague face appears. It's a man lurking among the trees, but no-... it's a demon. The horns on his head make that fairly clear, even if the rest of his features are less than precise. Aside from the horns and some odd shapes on each side of his head, all that's really clear about the man is his wide, fanged smile.
The boy's body curls tighter, shoulders hunched and tense as the bubble switches points of view. Instead of the demon from before, Yukio's looking at himself as if in a mirror, breaths short and fast as his dream image changes. Extremities slowly disappear as they're overlayed with flames, and a dark spot begins to expand over the left side of his face, centered over his eye.
Yukio's been silent up until now, but when the bubble suddenly flashes blue a low whimper forces it's way out of him, hands clenching hard into the sheets.]
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It's when he hears that whimper, sees that face contorted with fear over what was happening to him, that Night tells himself it's time to wake up. Changing back into his usual form might not be the best plan, so he keeps his natural form for now by jumping on Yukio's face with all four paws in an effort to jolt him awake.]
Yukio!
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The images in the bubble fizzle out to static when Night jumps on him, the older exorcist's effort to wake him obviously a success. Yukio's whole body convulses away from the pressure on his face, the boy swinging wildly with his right hand while attempting to shield himself with the left. He ends up half sitting up and tangled in his blanket, one hand clamped over his left eye as he gasps for air.
Panic and confusion are clear on Yukio's face and in his bubble, flashes of blue and unsettling smiles flitting by once or twice as he slowly realizes where he is.]
... N-Night...
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Night jumps down from the bed to shift back into his normal form, deciding maybe it'd be better to approach him with a more... human face. Dressed in a loose t-shirt and baggy pants, perfect for sleeping, he sits himself on the edge of Yukio's bed and waits for him to calm down. The flashes of blue and sharp smiles in the bubble don't escape his notice.]
It was just a dream. None of it was real.
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He soon sits himself up properly, scrubbing a hand through his hair and over his face as if he's trying to wipe the remnants of the dream away. He looks a lot more like Rin like this, all disheveled and only just regaining his composure.]
I'm sorry if I woke you.
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[Night watches him silently as he tries to compose himself, but he's already seen enough to get a good idea of what the issues at hand were.
When he speaks again his voice is quiet.]
Do you want to talk about it? [An invitation to lend a listening ear. He had a good feeling Yukio was experiencing a fear similar to Rin's- and his own. That is, if the image of the younger exorcist being slowly devoured by blue flames proved anything to that assumption.]
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About what?
[He's forgotten about the bubble, but to be fair it is rather late and he's had a fright.]
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The blue flames were the most prominent against everything else.]
About your nightmare.
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His own bubble abruptly goes blank, showing nothing but the words he's speaking when he responds again.]
It was just a nightmare. I'm fine.
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But he sighs and glances away to the window in his room.]
You're stronger than me, then. It feels like a small part of me is taken away after every nightmare I have. [There's a hint of a bitter smile there, unwilling flashes of Pazuzu's face, all fangs and horns with eyes deep and dark as Hell itself staring into him, almost through the bubble itself. Then it goes dark.] Fear can make you stronger, though.
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Funny, that's the opposite of what everyone likes to tell me.
[Okay, not exactly, but sometimes Yukio hears what Yukio wants to hear.]
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If you keep turning away from it nothing ever gets better. Just worse.
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... Some problems can't be solved just by looking them in the eye.
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Maybe not, but it doesn't hurt to try anyways. [He brings his hands to his lap, lacing his fingers together.] For a demon like me... I have to face the fact that one day I may... absolutely lose my mind and hurt someone. [Monaka's face, smiling, appears briefly in his bubble.] Rin has to accept that reality as well.
[Night looks back at Yukio, looking down to the sheets in his hands.] Whatever is happening to you, Yukio, if you don't acknowledge your fears, they'll devour you alive.
[He takes a deep breath and starts to stand up, bones mutely cracking at the movement.] But! That's all I'll say on the matter. If you ever want to talk about it, God forbid I know, I'm around to listen. [He flashes him a wider smile and heads for the door, his tail swaying behind him.]
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Yukio's not the strong one in the room right now. He hates himself for it, but he can't do anything to change it. The younger exorcist looks up when Night rises, squinting after his retreating back.]
... Thank you, Night-san.
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[And with that he walks out. There isn't much he can say or do for someone who isn't ready to face themselves just yet.]
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And since there's no way he'll be getting back to sleep any time soon anyway...
The younger exorcist rises without a word, sliding his glasses onto his face and catching up with Night in a few steps.]
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Night keeps a comfortable silence as they walk outside with no real destination in mind. Exploring an underwater city in the dead of night was just as peaceful as he imagines it to be.]