☪ Sleep Coma - The King's Visitation to the Prince
[[ ooc: Mods, yes, I am on hiatus, but I heard Kaname was going to rape visit D, so instead of a log I have put this up, since... it won't require anything from me, really. Hope this is okay. ]]
D lay in his sleep coma in the House of Heroes. Both ha and Harry, his roommate, were in sleep comas, ironically at the same time. Much like the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty, the entire house had fallen into slumber. Even D's horse, Velvet, seemed to be in a deep sleep, however, that was merely because for this creature, it was time to rest.
The dhampir lay in his bed, his hands folded over his stomach in sleep. His usual intimidating look waslost as he lay over the covers in merely his sleep pants, and on his bare chest, a silver medallion with it's shimmering blue orb lay, and eerie blue glow cast over it. His long, waving black hair was cast in waved over the side of the bed, adorned with many beautiful things--and a red ribbon, tied near his ear. His face was drawn in sleep, long lashes pressed against his cheeks, his lips red and his skin pale--the perfect visage of what was a vampire.
Yuuki's scent lingered on him, but even D's own held a scent of familiarity. By his bedside, where his longsword lay, so did his Dreamberry, glowing faintly in his sleep coma, aswell as a beautiful, detailed glass figuring of a floating castle--thought not the one that hung above them at Somarium... the place which, back in his world, he used to call home with his father, the King of Vampires.
In this state, the dhampir was defenseless. And had he of had the ability to wake, he certainly would have in the presence of the King of Vampires, even though it was merely a piece of his father, one from another world...
D lay in his sleep coma in the House of Heroes. Both ha and Harry, his roommate, were in sleep comas, ironically at the same time. Much like the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty, the entire house had fallen into slumber. Even D's horse, Velvet, seemed to be in a deep sleep, however, that was merely because for this creature, it was time to rest.
The dhampir lay in his bed, his hands folded over his stomach in sleep. His usual intimidating look waslost as he lay over the covers in merely his sleep pants, and on his bare chest, a silver medallion with it's shimmering blue orb lay, and eerie blue glow cast over it. His long, waving black hair was cast in waved over the side of the bed, adorned with many beautiful things--and a red ribbon, tied near his ear. His face was drawn in sleep, long lashes pressed against his cheeks, his lips red and his skin pale--the perfect visage of what was a vampire.
Yuuki's scent lingered on him, but even D's own held a scent of familiarity. By his bedside, where his longsword lay, so did his Dreamberry, glowing faintly in his sleep coma, aswell as a beautiful, detailed glass figuring of a floating castle--thought not the one that hung above them at Somarium... the place which, back in his world, he used to call home with his father, the King of Vampires.
In this state, the dhampir was defenseless. And had he of had the ability to wake, he certainly would have in the presence of the King of Vampires, even though it was merely a piece of his father, one from another world...