Upstairs

[creator_raven]

Raven is sleeping.

It is a thing that happens, on occasion.

Usually, however, with fewer crumbs.

And no hot chocolate.




Perhaps he is not really sleeping.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Raven might not be holding tighter, but Ace is.

"Don't even joke. Just... can I stay here? For a bit? It's... really quiet, on the TARDIS." Quiet, and empty. Semi-sentient or not, the TARDIS herself just doesn't make for a good travelling partner.

[creator_raven]

"I will not, then."

He shifts a little further on the bed, swinging his feet up, as well.

"Possibly I will never mind you staying, Ace."

Minus the possibly part.

"Will you sleep?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"... I could try." Ace makes no promises. Especially once such things like Dream Lords could get involved. Or even their realms.
"Just... don't go. A'right?" She demands as she shucks off her boots. Magic snags one and takes it away for retribution chewing.

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts softly as Magic disappears, then shifts around on the bed until both he and Ace are comfortable.

"I have said before I will not. It still holds. Shh."

There is humming, after a time, soft and quiet.

And he doesn't go.

That's something, right?

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It's everything.

She curls up against him, smelling warm clay and smoke and blood under all, but more importantly the clear night air when everything's fresh and free. There she could run forever.

Run forever, and still there would be someone there when she came home.

Maybe that's what she dreams about, tonight.

[creator_raven]

Raven, however, stays awake.

Just to be sure.

It has often been so.