bakerstreet | Fell Asleep on Meme

[Rogue hadn't wanted Alex to fall asleep on her shoulder, anyway. It was awkward. And, well, really really not safe. At all. But he'd always been so comfortable around her, letting her do the same to him. The problem was the whole meeting with him sleeping on her shoulder?

Awkward.

But, at last, it was over, and the rest of everyone had cleared out, leaving the two of them alone, with Rogue to deal with the sleeping Summers on her shoulder.

Gingerly, she reached out and tapped his far shoulder.]

Alex? Hey- Alex? Sugar, wake up.

[Works for me! Just to clarify real fast before I write it up the rest of the way, assuming that Stiles & his dad are kind of like flip-flopped stand-ins, then, in this AU for Robert and Morgan respectively (in that they're the ones who took her in, that is)? I just realized when I started the thing, I assumed that much and figured that I ought to check before finishing and posting haha.]

Edited 2015-07-22 02:00 (UTC)

[Yes, that's what I was thinking! At least about Stiles, I'm not actually super canon-familiar, just a little, so I don't know anything about his dad. I think that would work, though.]

[Sometimes, juggling continually introducing Giselle to the fact that the world around her now isn't always sunshine and rainbows without actually letting her in on the terrifying life he leads behind her back is exhausting. ...but then, there's other times when she reminds him that, even though everything feels like shit most of the time, there's still genuinely good people in the world who don't want to kill him or his friends. And, if he's honest with himself, sometimes Stiles needs that reminder.

Times like tonight when they're sitting on the couch and he's sharing with her the gloriousness that is — ...making her watch... — Star Wars while his dad's working late and Scott's out with Kira are the kind of nights that Stiles finds himself not only looking forward to, but living for these days. Being around Giselle is like remembering a time when his life wasn't all werewolves and kanimas and being possessed by a nogitsune. Being around Giselle was relaxing. In retrospect, if he really let himself think about it, he'd have realized a long time ago that times like tonight were the reason his feelings were changing without him knowing it.

He looks over to her when he feels her head shift on his shoulder and he opens his mouth to ask whether she wants to order a pizza or something and closes it again, feeling endeared and put out in equal measure by the fact that she's not watching Star Wars at all. She's falling asleep, if she hasn't fallen asleep already.]

Hey...Giselle? Hey, look, this is such a good part, I swear.

[ Schneizel blinked at the display, as if it shocked him, but he knew full well the levels of loyalty that Sir Weinberg possessed and how openly he professed them. In some ways, that was a trait to be lauded, and in others, it posed a problem, but for now, it was what it was.

He waited for a break in the young man's words before putting up his hand as a sign to stop any further. ]

You have no reason to apologize, Sir Weinberg. Perhaps it was an inappropriate outing for someone who spends his days fiercely defending the Empire. [ Schneizel smiled and lowered his hand to the desk, lacing his fingers together. At some point he had shifted to clothing that was still elegant and appropriate to his station, but more comfortable for remaining in the confines of the residence. It was rare that he did that, even in the confines of his own home, but he had a goal in mind here: meeting Gino on his level, so to speak. ]

Though we will have to try again with something a little more entertaining. Please rise. We can break our fast in the dining room, and if you'd like, you can suggest an alternative to last night's choice.

[ Marjara has too much on her, way more than she asked for, but that's not how the world works. It's not about what you ask for and sometimes bad shit happens to good people. It's not something he particularly likes but it's realistic. It's the job of everyone else around her to help shoulder the load, and if he can do that, well. All the better. ]

Sounds good.

[ He is, of course, as tired as the rest, but he knows his own limits. They've only got another week or two before they're back in Skyhold and he can touch base with everyone else. That's not too long. Here, they're fine. Bull tips back his own drink, exhaling and watching his breath vanish into the chill. ]

It'll be better when we clear this place out of all the Venatori. Not that it'll be particularly appealing after, but still.

[ They're crawling around like insects out here; this place has enough issues without them causing more. ]

[ As Prime Minister of the Empire, Schneizel had some duties that went beyond the managing of the state's politics, especially when he visited the various colonies that lay under their dominion. For example, visiting one of the most prestigious schools in Area 11 when a new addition was being celebrated. He came as a show of imperial support for the little signs of development in the colony.

His decision to go to Ashford Academy, however, was a spur of the moment event, unannounced and only meant to be dealt with in full after the conclusion. Any other member of his family would have made a show of taking a seat at the front of the assembly, but Schneizel knew better, despite being second prince: he was here to support the Academy and not take away from the event. Sitting toward the back was well enough.

At first he would have been content with sitting at the first available seat, but he caught sight of something by chance that shook him to his core. Familiar features that had sharpened and hardened with age and who knew what experience; the reports had declared his little brother deceased, but Schneizel was canny enough to recognize him, even after all this time. Or perhaps he was hoping. The loss of Lelouch and Nunnally had affected many in the family - and well, he looked so peaceful half-asleep.

The Britannian Prime Minister maneuvered quietly over toward the empty seat by the young man and sat without any comment, occasionally casting glances at the slender frame behind him. He wondered what had happened in all these years, who had cared for Lelouch, if Nunnally was still alive, if the Emperor knew of this, and so on. If anything, he cared for Lelouch most because he was the closest to being Schneizel's equal. Truly, what had changed for Lelouch to lean against him so freely?

He did not disturb Lelouch with applause at the end of Ashford's speech, instead giving the old man a nod and a smile once he had been noticed. Thankfully, there was a sense of decorum in the Ashford line. Schneizel's heart froze, however, at Lelouch's words, because hearing that voice, he knew for certain - the voice was deeper, a young man's voice, but it was still his brother's, or he hoped.

And perhaps he could play a little game.

Schneizel looked to the young man and gave him a warm grin. ]

Are you looking forward to the opening of the observatory then, young man? [ All traces of recognition were swept under the mask. Would Lelouch play him in a little game for old time's sake? ]

Don't forget about the dragons.

[ Somehow, that's easier to swallow. You can't be angry at a dragon, not reasonably. Dragons are animals, however intelligent. They eat, they fight, they guard their nests. It's no more or less than you'd expect from a person.

The Venatori and the red templars are another matter. Scheming, malicious, but people underneath it all. Men were far more terrifying than any beast could ever be. Silently she thinks of Wycome, and swallows another gulp of tea to chase the bitterness back down her throat. ]

Order out of chaos, right?

Hey, I never forget about the dragons.

[ He'll take dragons over Venatori any day of the week, though. Dragons don't try to destroy the world like this. Dragons don't try to corrupt people with red lyrium. All in all dragons are a way, way better thing to deal with than anything else out here.

Bull drains the rest of his cup with a sigh, settling it off to the side. The blanket gets adjusted again, Marjara getting the lion's share but what's left curled around him, too. ]

There's plenty of chaos to go around; we'll make sure something comes of it.

[ This wasn't the first instance of Sora falling asleep on Roxas; he was used to his shoulder or back being taken advantage of when Sora decided he was able. This could have been a normal instance that Roxas wouldn't have thought anything of—but when you realize your affections for someone, it can sometimes make your feelings stronger, doesn't it?

Roxas is still as Sora rests his head, feeling the soft push of his temple and his soft nest of hair push into his shoulder and into his neck. He keeps his stature tall, bolstering his friend beside him, feeling his pulse rising from his heart up into his shoulders and neck and pounding gently in his ears. Does he really want him to move? The same thought as ever chases through his head: a boyfriend would do this, right?

Roxas's heart skips. Sora isn't anything other than what he is, and Roxas isn't going to push it further. How long would it take to feel adequately past a breakup anyway? Roxas is going to respect his space for now. This is about Sora. Not him.

He winds an arm around Sora's shoulder, giving it a gentle shake. He can't ignore that. He tips his head lightly towards him, even if it brings him closer to brushing his lips on Sora's hair. He carefully avoids it. ]

C'mon. We're gonna get tested on this.

They can't take it.

[For years, she wanted these powers gone. Maybe some small part of her does still want them gone. Fire was pain, destruction and ruin. Why she was born with the power to make the world disintegrate to ash is a mystery to her.

But they couldn't take her power. It was physically impossible. And if she wanted them gone, it wouldn't be like this. The monster of flames that was born with her wouldn't accept such cowardice. She survived by fire, and this kind of fire could only be put out by her.

Her fingers curl on his shirt lightly.] I can't fight like that again, Klaus. [She's struggling to stay awake. If she falls asleep, that could mean she's out for the next three days straight.] They can't find me. Don't let them find me.

[She's run too fast, come too far to let it end like this. She's finally found something again to keep her from sinking into her own anger in Klaus. She can't let that slip and fall prey to the old ways again.]

[ They are supposed to be doing paper work. It feels like they are always supposed to be doing paper work, but this time there's a deadline and about a million things to fill out. Emma is one hundred percent sure that Regina has done this to them on purpose. Throwing them a stack of last minute paperwork. She's just that bitchy.

Four cups of coffee last Emma until about two am. It was about two am that she finally had her crash. With that caffeine thrumming through her system it was really only a matter of time before she fall asleep somewhere. This somewhere happened to be on her boss's shoulder. They'd moved to the couch so they could spread it all out and work faster together. The last thing she remember is him trying to explain something about city ordinances, and then she was drifting away to the sound of his voice. (God, does he have a really nice voice.) It's doubly not her attention to be sleeping on him - just kind of happens, gravity and all that. ]

They'll still try. [Regardless if they physically could, they would go through every magical resource, trying to strip her of it. They would employ any means, possibly making her immortal just to encase her. She's powerful, and she's close to Klaus which isn't a good thing for her to be. But just because Klaus tells her this doesn't mean he isn't going to fight tooth and nail for her. Because if they get her, they might as well have captured him.

So he keeps her drawn close, moving his hand to her cheek to press her against his shoulder. They will pay. For attacking her, for scaring her, for any consequences that this day has wrought. He will rip each one limb to limb regardless if they are bayou wolves or not. His biological father means nothing to him.]

You are safe. I promise.

Blue snorted, jouncing her shoulder harder this time, uncaring whether or not Charlie bounced off of it. "Get off," she snapped. "Or I'll make you." A purred growl followed, signaling she was not in a tolerant mood.

[There's not even that much crime in Storybrooke. Their biggest problem is working out who's going to be the one to bring Leroy his breakfast in the morning before they let him leave after sobering up. So he's not quite sure where all this paperwork comes from. But of course Regina expects it to be done, and the monthly report too, so she can present that to the city council (which he's pretty sure is supposed to be his job, as the sheriff, but somehow she always ends up doing it).

It's when Emma falls asleep that he decides that maybe the rest of this can wait until tomorrow. They'll have a few hours yet, and if they try and keep doing it now, when it's this late and they're this tired, there are bound to be mistakes. Which just means doing it over again anyway.

He puts the form down and adjusts his position on the couch to make it less likely to wake her up. Obviously she needs the sleep.

Why are the only blankets in the cells and out of arm's reach? This couch needs a blanket too.]

[ It took Gino a moment to register the weight against his arm. He was so used to just throwing it around people that the fact that someone was leaning against it was rather new. Slowly, he looked over from the television and his eyes widened by a few degrees at the sight. Suzaku. Letting down his guard and resting against him.

Gino's jaw dropped a bit. He immediately froze to keep himself from moving too much, though he wanted to throw himself against Suzaku in glee.

He gave a quick cursory glance to see if anyone else was seeing this. ]

...Suzaku? [ His voice was hushed, reverent of the whole scene. ]

You've mussed my hair.

[His eyes are heavy-lidded, though, pleased like a cat, voice low. Truthfully, his hair was mussed long before he got back to Skyhold, but the rest of the world doesn't need to know that.]

I'm quite glad to be home. Never noticed how many bears there were in the Hinterlands until Cassandra made it her personal goal to kill them all.

Do you mind?

[ Dorian sounds properly displeased and Bull hums out a laugh, scrubbing his fingers through the mussed hair to make it worse. ]

Your hair looks fine.

[ Not that he can really see it, lying there, but there's easy affection in his voice as he wraps up at his bar tab and nudges Dorian gently, sliding his hand down the small of his back. ]

Come on. I cleared all the bears out of my room before you got here.

[ He waves at the other soldiers as he guides them out and into the chill of the night, one arm heavy over Dorian's shoulders. ]

[ He cocks an eyebrow at her remark. He debated on teasing back or... oo... or actually, he got an even better idea. At least that was what was going through his head as his lips curled into a playful smirk. ]

"Tch... I already have trouble keeping my eyes off ya. You aiming to be an even bigger pain?"

[ He's still not sure what reality is and frankly, he doesn't care. But if they're going to be together, he wants to spend time with her doing something more than just sleeping, slumped against a tree. At the very least, find a nicer tree. Some grass to lay in would be nice, but the sorta stuff was hard to come by in a desert wasteland.

But he'd search for it with her and he wouldn't mind it. Cause they'd be together while doing it. ]

[Maxwell couldn't claim that his motives for bringing Dorian out here were completely selfless, there was a very specific reason as to why he nearly always chose the man for expeditions to this particular region.

He was warm. He practically radiated northern heat, that's half the reason he never let the man out of arms length and the reason why he chose the mage to be his partner each time. Oh sure, the others talked, but if they knew just how warm Dorian was then the jig would be up and he would have to share.

He didn't really want to share.

Even in the drowsy state of his exhaustion Maxwell could hear Dorian's complaints...this was the side of his companion he found most precious to be honest. He couldn't resist curling his lip into a sleepy smile.]

You're lovely...and warm...helps quite a bit...

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