[log] how deep are we gonna go with this?

[bywolves]

Characters: Alfie and Royce
Location: Downtown
Date: Day 292 to Day 295
Summary: Exposure effects, a brief reprieve, and then event shenanigans.
Warnings: Nothing yet, will update if anything comes up.

Starters below!

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[bywolves]

I hope so. [ He settles against Alfie, worried. ] I don't want this to be a permanent thing. Don't need it.

[devoutish]

I'll protect you.

[There's a fierce determination in his tone; a sureness.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce turns to nose against the side of Alfie's head. ]

Okay. [ He won't admit how good that makes him feel. Quieter: ] I'm glad you like the sweets.

[devoutish]

I think we should save the rest for later, or we're gonna make ourselves sick.

[bywolves]

There might not be a later. [ Royce says, quietly. ] What if someone takes them?

[devoutish]

Who's gonna take them?

[bywolves]

... I don't know. [ A pause. Logic. Logic, that's all he needs to stop this nonsense that keeps running through his head. ]

[devoutish]

Better sleep.

[Alfie says quietly.]

See if you feel better tomorrow.

[bywolves]

Yeah. Alright. [ He sighs. Royce slides down further, curling up against Alfie and settling under the blankets. He doesn't think it'll be easy, but. He'll try.

[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't have trouble sleeping. As usual, he'll sleep past the end of lockdown if Royce will let him, despite having gone to sleep pretty early the night before.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce sleeps, and he dreams. It isn't nearly as detailed and when he wakes up, he can only just remember everything, but it's unnerving to wake up from. He groans a bit as he comes to consciousness, sitting up and trying to dislodge himself from Alfie's grip.

He sits up, shivering near immediately, and rubs at his face with one hand. He feels... weird. Anxious. His gaze flicks from the air mattress to the door, to the windows. They need to get out of this house. There's something wrong with it, he just. He doesn't like it.

Royce rests his free hand on Alfie's shoulder. Another day of this. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie murmurs in protest when Royce pulls away, but doesn't wake up just yet. He reaches out blindly, searching, but his hand lands on empty mattress. Now that Royce is awake and looking at him, he'll notice that he's frowning in his sleep. He's having dreams of his own, too.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce reaches out carefully and rests a hand on one of Alfie's out of instinct. He stays sitting up, but he's aiming to soothe, try to get that frown off of Alfie's face, even while he sleeps. The sound of the spear rising almost echoes in his ears, and Royce shudders again before turning around, facing Alfie with his legs folded. ]

Alfie. [ Royce says, quietly. Wake up, buddy. ]

[devoutish]

[Half-awake now, he mutters:]

Mm, fuck off.

[Don't worry, Royce, he doesn't mean it. It's just his natural reaction to everything. He opens his eyes, and the frown's still there.]

Yeah.

[bywolves]

[ Okay, that makes Royce snort. He's not offended, thankfully. He pulls the blankets closer. ]

You fuck off. [ Royce says, almost absently. ] Nightmares?

[devoutish]

How'd you know?

[bywolves]

You're frowning. [ Royce says, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. ] And I had them too.

[devoutish]

It was more than that.

[Still frowning.]

I have nightmares often enough, but--

[bywolves]

But this one was different. [ A beat. ] Never had this dream before.

What was yours?

[devoutish]

Home.

[He says the word with significance, then falls silent.]

[bywolves]

[ There's a long pause, and then Royce looks up at the door again, staring at it. He swears... there was movement, but maybe not. Maybe he's just tired.

Royce slides down to rest back next to Alfie, settling on his back. ]

Yeah. Me too.

[devoutish]

Really?

[That gets a different sort of frown - less contemplative, and more worried.]

You think it's a coincidence?

[bywolves]

Do you? [ Royce doesn't think it is. ]

Both of us have different kind of nightmares about home on the same night? Was yours -- [ A beat. He swallows hard. Just say it. ] I dreamed the elves took over and destroyed everything. There was nothing - nobody left.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He nods, just slightly.]

Yeah, the bombs came, in mine.

[bywolves]

[ Wow, he really doesn't want to imagine that. Royce shifts, reaching to hold onto Alfie. He stays on his back, because he doesn't want to face away from the door. ]

It isn't the future. It's the same sort of torture this place inflicts on everybody. [ He's not a hundred percent sure about that, though. ]