Room 507 | Very Early Tuesday Morning
No matter how hard he tried to forget about prophecies and just sleep, only a few hours after going to bed, Nico shot awake with a gasp, the dreams chasing away everything good or happy and replacing it with intensely real images of fear and death. A damp line slid down his cheek, but Nico wiped it hastily away against his palm, ditching tangled blankets on the floor. He rushed to the side of Luke's bed, needing the visual verification of life to get his own heart to stop racing.
Watching Luke's chest rise and fall, totally alive and not glowing or gold in any way, Nico reclaimed his own breath and turned to drag his sheets back onto his bed. Some part of him simply couldn't get over how bad the dreams had gotten and with barely a step he found himself blinking in the darkness of another dorm room.
Hopefully Nico wouldn't end up with a fist in his face.
[For that dude with the armored drawers.]
Watching Luke's chest rise and fall, totally alive and not glowing or gold in any way, Nico reclaimed his own breath and turned to drag his sheets back onto his bed. Some part of him simply couldn't get over how bad the dreams had gotten and with barely a step he found himself blinking in the darkness of another dorm room.
Hopefully Nico wouldn't end up with a fist in his face.
[For that dude with the armored drawers.]