LOCKED TO viliorate

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's been a little over ten years since the two of them arrived here. Ten years is an awfully long time to be stuck here, but returning home isn't an option anymore. It hasn't been an option since they first started changing, and that wasn't all that long after they arrived. Kimbley had grown a tail and ears and Archer's eyes had turned red. It's amazing to think they had been so scared by those changes back then.

Things are different now. They aren't human, but there's no reason for that to bother them. Archer is a vampire (something that he found painfully ironic in the beginning, but he's adapted quite well to it, if he does say so himself). Not much has changed about him, appearance-wise. His nails are much longer and sharper, his eyes are red, and he has the stereotypical vampire fangs, but aside from that the only difference is the slight point to his ears. It's not like he could get any paler anyway.

Archer enters their shared apartment after work, shrugging off his coat and hanging it up before proceeding into the living room.]

Kimbley, are you home yet?

Comments

[viliorate]

I wouldn't expect anything else from you.

[They're still a team.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Good. It would be a shame if you'd managed to forget that after all this time.

[viliorate]

You're the one who practically beat it into my head.

[sadisticwarfare]

Which is why it would be such a shame if I had to do it all over again.

[viliorate]

For me. I think you'd enjoy getting the chance to do it again.

[But he's smirking so there's that?]

[sadisticwarfare]

...You know me far too well.

[viliorate]

[It hurts like hell, but that's never stopped Kimbley from acting like nothing is wrong.]

Of course I do.

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's so much easier to act like nothing is wrong.]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

[viliorate]

[It is.

So he's going to continue to act like he wasn't shot and that he didn't come close to dying tonight.]

...the sun is going to be up soon. You should sleep.

[sadisticwarfare]

Aren't you going to sleep as well?

[viliorate]

I am already in bed.

[He'll try!]

[sadisticwarfare]

That's not what I asked. Are you going to go to sleep?

[viliorate]

I'll try.

[He can't make any promises, but he's not going to be whining about not being able to sleep either way.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Good.

[Archer goes to get ready to go to sleep, returning shortly and joining Kimbley in bed.]

Ah, I suppose I should ask first - do you need anything?

[viliorate]

I should be fine.

[He's going to be getting approximately zero sleep but that's okay. He's not going to bother Archer.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Well unfortunately for you, Archer actually has a good night tonight, he manages to get some sleep after all!]

[viliorate]

[...and there's no way Kimbley can leave the bed without waking Archer.

At least he has a book at his bedside. It's not much-- a book on alchemy theory. It's all wrong and seems to be more about mysticism than actual real alchemy, but then he wasn't surprised to find out no one in this place knows anything about alchemy.

He'll be like this until either Archer wakes up or he actually manages to get some sleep. At least Kimbley thinks about Archer?]

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's kind of you to think about him! He won't be asleep for much longer, so at least there's that! Though obviously he won't be able to go outside since it's still light out.]

...Good morning.

[...Well, it's afternoon, but you know what he means.]

[viliorate]

[They've both completely had their sleep schedules changed since the changes. It's something he's completely used to but he can't help but think about how things were before.

It's been a long time.]

Morning.

[He probably looks like hell because he hasn't had more than maybe an hour's worth of sleep.]

[sadisticwarfare]

...Did you get any sleep at all?

[He's pretty sure he already knows what the answer to that is.]

Why didn't you wake me?

[viliorate]

[He shrugs.]

You needed it more than me. I can't work like this anyway.

[sadisticwarfare]

That doesn't mean you shouldn't sleep. You need to get some rest.

[viliorate]

[...yeah, probably.]

I'll sleep later.

[It's not going to work and he knows it.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Absolutely not. Go to bed, Kimbley. The only way you're going to get better is if you rest.

[viliorate]

[Honestly, he's in too much pain to sleep well, and he opens his mouth to say as much before deciding it's better not to argue.]

Okay. I'll sleep.