Characters: Equius Zahhak + Lysunder Location: Equius/Gamzee/Darkleer's apartment/living room Time: Extremely late Style: Livestream chat log Status: Closed.
It's late, hell, it's really late and he's still confused about why he's up, but he couldn't sleep. He hasn't been able to sleep at all lately, not even naps, not since he argued with Signless. Something doesn't feel right at all and he just doesn't... want to embrace what his subconscious has in store of him when he does sleep. He'd rather not wake up in cold sweat, crying about people who aren't even hear, who he can't save, who he can't lead or empower. So instead he'll try to seek comfort in the only place he really knows, even if it still feels strange and alien to him-
Darkleer's arms.
Unfortunately Darkleer is already asleep, and Summoner doesn't really want to wake him up so he wanders the dark quiet apartment before making his way to the kitchen. His horns are smaller right now, but for some reason he feels weight on his shoulders still.
Half heartedly he makes himself a cup of hot chocolate and moves back to the living room where he stares at nothing for a while before finally kneeling down by the movies he's brought here here and there to watch later. One of them catches his eye and he stares at it for a while before putting it in and sitting on the couch, pulling his legs up near his chest and leaning his head back on the backrest of the couch. |