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[creator_raven]

Raven's room is dark and still.

There is a pair of boots by the door, and a pair of socks on the back of the chair. There is a dreamcatcher tossed, perhaps haphazardly, perhaps not, onto the chair.

On the dresser, a stuffed chibi!Nyarlathotep sits in all its red-glittered glory.

There are no mice.

Though Raven is stirring, faintly.

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[creator_raven]

"Just because one does not understand a thing, does not mean that one cannot do a thing. It is something no one wants to remember, I think."

He shrugs, slightly, and shifts to take more of her weight.

Then he heads, very slowly and carefully, toward the bed.

It looks comfy.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"They... they punished 'im. In the end. H'won't b'killin' any more planets. S'good." She shivers as she stumbles over her own feet as she tries to get to the bed under her own power, wasting precious energy in a vain attempt to stay warm.

[creator_raven]

Raven stills, for a very brief moment.
blood and earth and ash oh my people
Then he moves, lifting Ace just enough to be able to carry her over to the bed.

He tucks her in, gently.

"Sleep might be best, I think. Dreamless, as well, if it may be managed."

Raven is good at hope, strangely.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It's more lucky chance than any skill on her part that lets her snag his sleeve with one hand. At this point she's a snear boneless as one can get without actually losing structural integrity.
"Stay?" It's why she didn't stay put, in the safety of her TARDIS, why she climbed up a seemingly endless flight of stairs and roamed the halls searching for her brother's room. She's terrified of the nightmares she's almost certain will come. She doesn't want to face them alone. She'd put off sleep like she has before, if that were an option, but it's only because she's a stubborn, mule-headed sort that she's awake at all.

[creator_raven]

Raven nods, slowly, rubbing at his face with one hand.

"Of course. This body serves well enough? Or would you prefer the snuggly one. I am flexible, I think."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Later, she'll feel guilty for keeping him up, for barging into his room with so little explanation and demanding that he see her through the night.

Right now? She's overwhelmingly grateful. She smiles at him, a sleepy, satisfied smile, and lets her grip on his sleeve slip.
"Like this one. S'm'favorite." She replies drowsily, her eyes closing again.

[creator_raven]

Raven smiles, quiet and pleased and oddly content.

He shifts a bit, on the bed, making himself a comfortable spot, then leans against Ace, one arm around her shoulder.

"It is, for the most part, the one with the most attachments for me, as well."

This is not a lie. But it does not truly make it his favorite.

He lays down, then, pulling her close, eyes half open, watching.

He does not always need to sleep, after all.