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[COLOR=tan][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Canis Dormitory[/I] - [I]PRCU[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b] Dance Monkey: #4.015 [/B][COLOR=SILVER][I]When the Day Met the Night Owl[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Lorcán [@Lord Wraith][/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time & Wing Life Away[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/INDENT][/COLOR]


Silence filled the common room after Lorcán’s question, until the sound of a flush answered him from within the bathroom. Water could be heard running shortly after, going for quite a bit longer than just the washing of hands until it was cut off. The door handle turned slowly at first, until whomever held it decided against hesitation and moved it all the way. While he may have expected cascading raven hair to spill out of the opening doorway, the morning light coming in from the balcony windows illuminated tawny feathers and a messy ponytail of golden brown locks instead as Haven emerged.

[color=#d2b48c]“Amma hasn’t been-”[/color] her hoarse words were cut short as she lifted her eyes to him. They flared a moment, as if she’d seen something she shouldn’t have- she [i]really[/i] shouldn’t have- before she turned her entire body to the side. One hand rose to block her face from sight as the feathers on the tops of her wings ruffled from shock, her other hand tightening its grip on the wet rag she held in it. [color=#d2b48c]“[/color][i][color=#d2b48c]Lorcán[/color][/i][color=#d2b48c], you’re hanging ten, or whatever it’s called.” [/color]Haven murmured as she cringed behind her hand.

[color=#fe650d]“Sky Betty! What are y-”[/color] A surprised Lorcán exclaimed before stumbling backwards and catching a hip on a nearby end table. It was enough to throw the sleepy young man off balance as he fell backwards, landing on the floor with a dull smack followed quickly by a much smaller smack. 

[color=#fe650d]“I’ll get some pants,”[/color] He groaned. [color=#fe650d]“That’s totally going to bruise.”[/color] Lorcán muttered before standing up and walking back into his room, throwing a pair of boardshorts and a Canis hoodie on quickly. A sweet aroma came from the hoodie, given Lorcán pause, taking a moment to breathe it in before returning to Haven.

[color=#fe650d]“Sorry about that dudette,”[/color] The molten-eyed young man apologized, [color=#fe650d]“I like don’t know what totally came over me, brah. I think I was having like some kind of dream or sleepwalking episode.”[/color] He explained before again looking at Haven.

[color=#fe650d]“Wait, [/color][i][color=#fe650d]brah[/color][/i][color=#fe650d], you’re not Canis, you don’t live here.”[/color]

Haven slowly peeked out from behind her fingers, and when she was relieved to see clothes on the tanned man’s body, she allowed herself to turn back to face him. A small smile graced her features as she moved to perch on the armrest of the couch, resting her feet on the place where one would normally sit. [color=#d2b48c]“Rory and I made it official yesterday.” [/color]Her wings slumped behind her, her primaries grazing the floor. She rubbed at one of her tired eyes. [color=#d2b48c]“I heard you come in last night but I figured you were exhausted. I’m glad to know you’re back to your clumsy self.”[/color]

[color=#fe650d]“Yeah,”[/color] Lorcán replied, looking back at the state of his room before pulling the door closed with his foot, [color=#fe650d]“Uh totally back to normal.”[/color] He forced a smile, his bearings still reeling. He didn’t feel anywhere near close to normal. He didn’t like that Haven was currently in his dorm and he certainly didn’t like the implication this was going to be a regular occurrence. This dorm was for the Wolfpack, that wasn’t supposed to change.

[color=#fe650d]“I actually think I’m going to head out to the beach, need to catch some swells and clear my head,”[/color] He replied, [color=#fe650d]“Uh, congrats to you and the bro, you dudes are well paired, he could never do better.”[/color] Lorcán flashed an apologetic smile while turning to leave. 

[color=#fe650d]“I’d stick around and wait to catch up with both of you, I just don’t think my social battery is charged enough for that yet.”[/color]

Haven’s heart warmed as he congratulated her, yet it was obvious that neither she nor Lorcán were “totally” back to normal. She took a soft breath before speaking again. [color=#d2b48c]“That’s okay.” [/color]She began, offering an attempt at a smile. [color=#d2b48c]“I hope you know that we’re all really relieved you’re alright. We know you aren’t 100% yet, so take all the time you need.” [/color]She bit her lip once before continuing. 

[color=#d2b48c]“Hey, uh… Amma wasn’t here last night. I only heard you come in. So…” [/color]She fiddled with the washcloth in her hand, unable to look him in the eyes as she tried to erase their encounter from her mind. Then there was the implication that he’d been thinking of Amma when he woke up instead of the girl who had sat by his side while he laid in the hospital. She didn’t want to get into that either. [color=#d2b48c]“I know that’s not my business anyways, but I thought I’d let you know.”[/color]

She pushed herself off of the couch, the effort only making her more tired, and began to walk back to Rory’s room with the hope that sleep would find her again. [color=#d2b48c]“I’ll see you around.”[/color]

The mention of Amma left Lorcán’s cheeks stinging. He knew Cass had told him that he said her name, but did Cass tell everyone? Or maybe it was Aurora, who he had hurt so deeply by speaking too fast. Lorcán’s hand balled into a fist, a wave of heat rising off of him before he looked down to see a crackle of red and silver. Immediately releasing his hand, he turned for the door. 

He didn’t know [i]what[/i] Amma had done to him, but he knew she had done [i]something[/i] to him.

[color=#fe650d]“She just won’t get out of my head,”[/color] Lorcán muttered a hushed plea for help while walking away from Haven, [color=#fe650d]“I need her out.”[/color] He grit his teeth, the lack of sleep causing a dull ache in the front of his skull, his voice barely a whisper escaping from between his lips as he continued to talk to himself, coaxing himself out of the dorm and quickly away from Haven before Rory too was roused from his room.

[color=#fe650d]“I can’t keep hurting Aurora, tell her I’m sorry,”[/color] The door to the shared dormitory slamming behind him as Lorcán departed.

Haven remained by Rory’s door with one hand resting on the handle, left in the wake of Lorcán’s small outburst. Her feathers had been ruffled again as she stared at the door to the hallway in a mix of discomfort and concern. She didn’t think she would hit a nerve when she told him that Amma hadn’t been over. He didn’t even give her a moment to ask if he was okay after, or ask why he thought he was hurting Aurora. The implications were there, but she was never one to get involved in other people’s love lives.

What unsettled her the most was the subtle display that came with the rush of heat in the room. Those familiar scarlet and silver arcs that danced around his balled fist. She wanted to believe that her tired mind had played a trick on her, because it wasn’t possible, right? Amma hadn’t been over so how could he use her ability like that?

A wave of paranoia crashed over her. If Amma really had been with Lorcán last night she hadn’t heard her come in. Which meant anyone could have come in through the door… or the window. She’d noticed how Rory kept it locked ever since they returned from the hospital. A sick feeling returned to her stomach as the nausea she’d grown so familiar with over the last few days threatened to send her back to the bathroom. She pressed the wet rag to her forehead, the coolness of it soothing her as she took intentional breaths to keep her heart from racing.

She looked back towards the door and wondered if she should have stopped Lorcán from leaving. He looked about as worse for wear as she felt, so he should be resting instead of throwing himself into the waves. Though if she were able to, she would have been out the door to pursue her own familiar comforts in the same way. She figured that to Lorcán, surfing was his way of getting out of his head. That maybe riding a wave felt just as weightless as catching an updraft and letting herself soar. Haven felt a pang of jealousy for his freedom in that. She wasn’t sure when she would feel that way again, so there was no point in keeping him from it.

Eager to return to the comfort of Rory’s arms, Haven turned her back to the front door. She slipped inside quietly and soon found herself nestled into Rory’s side again. Sleep didn’t claim her, no matter how much she wished it had. Instead she listened to Rory’s slumbering breaths and thought of the way a wave might feel under a board beneath her feet. How the ocean water might feel between her fingers instead of the denseness of a cloud. She hoped that Lorcán would find some peace in the waves as she found some comfort in the thought of them. Maybe it was time she asked for a lesson in it, too.

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