Yushin
The Autumn King
Jonah Corvidae
(Dove/19/tags: Worthlessplebian & Whoever-the-heck-is-in-the-hallway)
Jonah woke up in cold sweat, in the middle of the night. Panting, he wiped the sweat from his face, only to find tears as well. He shook his head. What had he been dreaming about? He couldn't remember. Something... familiar. The memory of the dream was there, just out of reach. His fingers could scrape against it, but not quite grasp it. Running his hands through his hair, he chose to get up.
Pacing the floor of the dorm, he found himself in a state of insomnia. Perhaps it was the heat. He took off his jacket, shirt and shoes (all of which he had been sleeping in), leaving him in a singlet, jeans and crucifix. The pendant reminded him back when he was sleeping in the church. Had he woken up like this then? No. He'd remember if that happened.
Was there a curfew? Jonah didn't think so. He needed something to drink. Milk maybe? Could he find some? He should at least find some water somewhere.
The door creaked open as he poked his head out the door. He couldn't see much in the darkness, but he felt safe to step outside, close thing door a bit more loudly than he hoped to. "Crap", he breathed, hoping no one heard him.
He took tip toe steps down the hall, trying to find some kind of bathroom or kitchen.
(Dove/19/tags: Worthlessplebian & Whoever-the-heck-is-in-the-hallway)
Jonah woke up in cold sweat, in the middle of the night. Panting, he wiped the sweat from his face, only to find tears as well. He shook his head. What had he been dreaming about? He couldn't remember. Something... familiar. The memory of the dream was there, just out of reach. His fingers could scrape against it, but not quite grasp it. Running his hands through his hair, he chose to get up.
Pacing the floor of the dorm, he found himself in a state of insomnia. Perhaps it was the heat. He took off his jacket, shirt and shoes (all of which he had been sleeping in), leaving him in a singlet, jeans and crucifix. The pendant reminded him back when he was sleeping in the church. Had he woken up like this then? No. He'd remember if that happened.
Was there a curfew? Jonah didn't think so. He needed something to drink. Milk maybe? Could he find some? He should at least find some water somewhere.
The door creaked open as he poked his head out the door. He couldn't see much in the darkness, but he felt safe to step outside, close thing door a bit more loudly than he hoped to. "Crap", he breathed, hoping no one heard him.
He took tip toe steps down the hall, trying to find some kind of bathroom or kitchen.