Pace the Night (Noblesse, M-21/Tao?)
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no_true_pairTitle: Pace the Night
Author:darkicedragon
Fandom: Noblesse
Pairing/characters: M-21/Tao or M-21, Tao
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: The wolf was restless tonight.
Word Count: 834
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Tao and M-21: aphrodisiacs/pollen/aliens made them do it.
Hmm. His thoughts had changed, were different from what they were usually like; his head felt fuzzy and he couldn't concentrate, his thoughts drifting away every couple of seconds. He wasn't sure when it had happened (it hadn't been sudden, a slow and steady progression instead that tweaked had his thoughts every minute), but he didn't think he had been drugged – he hadn't eaten that much at lunch, feeling listless at the time, and he hadn't eaten anything else since. He couldn't feel the burn of something foreign coursing through his system either, everything else feeling the same. Just. Not his thoughts.
He stared up at the moon, his mind wandering, hearing the faint sounds of nightlife float in through the window. It was quiet then, but, that wasn't what he wanted – there was a need in his heart, an almost ache and he turned away from the moon, leaving his room.
In the corridor, he paused there, taking a deep breath of home. He could smell Metal-and-static's and Oil-and-gunpowder's scents, but Metal-and-static's was slightly stronger so he tracked that, following where it led. It didn't take him long to reach Metal-and-static's room and he nudged the door open with his fingertips; he didn't step in though, peering at the dark room, trying to see where Metal-and-static was. It wasn't hard to find him, Metal-and-static bathed in a lone screen's glow as he tapped away at the keyboard.
"Yo, M-21," Metal-and-static greeted, smiling at him and waving a hand. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" he said, his voice soft.
He shook his head. He could try to rest, but he knew he wouldn't be able to; he needed something first…
"Not because of nightmares though?" Metal-and-static asked, peering at him. "And why're you still standing all the way over there? Come in, come in!"
He shook his head again before he stepped into Metal-and-static's room, but didn't (couldn't) pay attention when Metal-and-static started to ramble. Metal-and-static turned around in his seat and windows started opening on the screen, still talking.
He ignored that and when he was finally close enough, he wrapped his arms around Metal-and-static's shoulders and burrowed his face into his neck, breathing in deeply. There was the ever lingering scent of metal and static left on his skin, the yakgwa he'd had after dinner, the fainter scent of ramen.
Metal-and-static stilled, and he could feel his pulse quicken. "Uh, M-21, you feeling okay?" When Metal-and-static turned his head, he straightened, looking at him curiously.
"Mm." His thoughts still weren't settling, fluttering between any thought that crossed his mind, but other than that, he was okay.
Metal-and-static blinked back at him, before his face cleared. "…Aah." Metal-and-static turned his attention back to the screen, and he lowered his head again, drifting in the certainty that Metal-and-static was definitely there.
There was a lot of clicking before it stopped all at once. "Oh, huh, it's the last quarter moon tonight," Metal-and-static said quietly, "not the full moon." A light chuckle. "But I guess that should be expected; that's what everyone else thinks about werewolves."
He would have responded, but he yawned widely instead, contentment curling in him.
"You sleepy now?"
"Nng."
"I'll take that to mean 'yes'," Metal-and-static said, and the clicking started again. "Hold on a sec, just need to… There! Now we'll know when the next moon phase is, just in case."
"Mm." That was good. He knew that; he didn't really care at that particular moment though.
They stayed like that for a while, the room quiet apart from the machine's whirr, and then Metal-and-static hummed. "M-21, do you want to sleep in my room…?"
He blinked slowly at the question, making a sleepy grumble. Wasn't that obvious?
"Oooh." Another light chuckle, almost too soft to hear, but he could feel it shake Metal-and-static's shoulders. "Well, it's okay with me; think it might be a little awkward when you wake up though."
He tilted his head at that. Why?
"Heh, there's a lot of reasons," Metal-and-static said lightly. "But once you find out what happened, I think you'll understand. And you are passing yawns around," he continued, yawning halfway through.
When Metal-and-static tensed in preparation to stand up, he let his arms drop, looking at the bed.
"Anywhere in particular you wanna sleep?"
He gave a small shake of the head at the question, not caring that much about it.
Metal-and-static scratched his jaw, stretching his other arm high in the air. "It'll probably better if I take the wall side," he said, climbing into bed, "it'll panic you less if you aren't cornered when you wake up."
He didn't say anything to that, following Metal-and-static, sighing as the blanket settled around him, already closing his eyes.
"I guess I should warn you, I might end up hugging you during the night – and you might not remember this, huh?"
Huffing, he pushed himself closer to Metal-and-static and bumped his forehead to his before pulling away, drowsiness overtaking his senses. He didn't mind.
Author:
darkicedragonFandom: Noblesse
Pairing/characters: M-21/Tao or M-21, Tao
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: The wolf was restless tonight.
Word Count: 834
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Tao and M-21: aphrodisiacs/pollen/aliens made them do it.
Hmm. His thoughts had changed, were different from what they were usually like; his head felt fuzzy and he couldn't concentrate, his thoughts drifting away every couple of seconds. He wasn't sure when it had happened (it hadn't been sudden, a slow and steady progression instead that tweaked had his thoughts every minute), but he didn't think he had been drugged – he hadn't eaten that much at lunch, feeling listless at the time, and he hadn't eaten anything else since. He couldn't feel the burn of something foreign coursing through his system either, everything else feeling the same. Just. Not his thoughts.
He stared up at the moon, his mind wandering, hearing the faint sounds of nightlife float in through the window. It was quiet then, but, that wasn't what he wanted – there was a need in his heart, an almost ache and he turned away from the moon, leaving his room.
In the corridor, he paused there, taking a deep breath of home. He could smell Metal-and-static's and Oil-and-gunpowder's scents, but Metal-and-static's was slightly stronger so he tracked that, following where it led. It didn't take him long to reach Metal-and-static's room and he nudged the door open with his fingertips; he didn't step in though, peering at the dark room, trying to see where Metal-and-static was. It wasn't hard to find him, Metal-and-static bathed in a lone screen's glow as he tapped away at the keyboard.
"Yo, M-21," Metal-and-static greeted, smiling at him and waving a hand. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" he said, his voice soft.
He shook his head. He could try to rest, but he knew he wouldn't be able to; he needed something first…
"Not because of nightmares though?" Metal-and-static asked, peering at him. "And why're you still standing all the way over there? Come in, come in!"
He shook his head again before he stepped into Metal-and-static's room, but didn't (couldn't) pay attention when Metal-and-static started to ramble. Metal-and-static turned around in his seat and windows started opening on the screen, still talking.
He ignored that and when he was finally close enough, he wrapped his arms around Metal-and-static's shoulders and burrowed his face into his neck, breathing in deeply. There was the ever lingering scent of metal and static left on his skin, the yakgwa he'd had after dinner, the fainter scent of ramen.
Metal-and-static stilled, and he could feel his pulse quicken. "Uh, M-21, you feeling okay?" When Metal-and-static turned his head, he straightened, looking at him curiously.
"Mm." His thoughts still weren't settling, fluttering between any thought that crossed his mind, but other than that, he was okay.
Metal-and-static blinked back at him, before his face cleared. "…Aah." Metal-and-static turned his attention back to the screen, and he lowered his head again, drifting in the certainty that Metal-and-static was definitely there.
There was a lot of clicking before it stopped all at once. "Oh, huh, it's the last quarter moon tonight," Metal-and-static said quietly, "not the full moon." A light chuckle. "But I guess that should be expected; that's what everyone else thinks about werewolves."
He would have responded, but he yawned widely instead, contentment curling in him.
"You sleepy now?"
"Nng."
"I'll take that to mean 'yes'," Metal-and-static said, and the clicking started again. "Hold on a sec, just need to… There! Now we'll know when the next moon phase is, just in case."
"Mm." That was good. He knew that; he didn't really care at that particular moment though.
They stayed like that for a while, the room quiet apart from the machine's whirr, and then Metal-and-static hummed. "M-21, do you want to sleep in my room…?"
He blinked slowly at the question, making a sleepy grumble. Wasn't that obvious?
"Oooh." Another light chuckle, almost too soft to hear, but he could feel it shake Metal-and-static's shoulders. "Well, it's okay with me; think it might be a little awkward when you wake up though."
He tilted his head at that. Why?
"Heh, there's a lot of reasons," Metal-and-static said lightly. "But once you find out what happened, I think you'll understand. And you are passing yawns around," he continued, yawning halfway through.
When Metal-and-static tensed in preparation to stand up, he let his arms drop, looking at the bed.
"Anywhere in particular you wanna sleep?"
He gave a small shake of the head at the question, not caring that much about it.
Metal-and-static scratched his jaw, stretching his other arm high in the air. "It'll probably better if I take the wall side," he said, climbing into bed, "it'll panic you less if you aren't cornered when you wake up."
He didn't say anything to that, following Metal-and-static, sighing as the blanket settled around him, already closing his eyes.
"I guess I should warn you, I might end up hugging you during the night – and you might not remember this, huh?"
Huffing, he pushed himself closer to Metal-and-static and bumped his forehead to his before pulling away, drowsiness overtaking his senses. He didn't mind.