[ Jotaro's lack of a presence at certain hours of the night have never been a problem. It used to leave the apartment quiet and easy to sleep in-- no snorting or jostling of anything out in the living room when Jotaro tried to move around and Rohan tried to stay hidden away in his room. They had been in their--... His... He had the property. Their new home for a whole twenty-four hours. The early-early, still dark in the morning move the other day had been exhausting and more of a haul than he had expected. Rohan was due to actually sleep for the next few days before returning to work. Jotaro had found his new places to brood and he had found his new place to sleep.
High in the tallest tower like the prince he is. That is where Rohan has his room. He can still tell if the gargoyle is around, and he has been missing almost all night. It hasn't bothered him a bit, lulling himself off to sleep under one of his many quilts to stay warm. His tongue pokes out from between his lips as it sometimes does when he is away in dreamland and it finds itself twitching, flooding Rohan's sinuses with a scent that makes him stir. An eye cracks open.
The scent is warm. Coppery. It tastes and smells like a roll of coins left in your pocket and sticky to touch. It's blood. He knows it. That isn't all: It is accompanied by a warmth he recognizes too. That warmth is Jotaro. Why is Jotaro being likened with the smell of blood? He wants to know. So does the rest of him. His tail and his body are already uncoiling before he is fully awake. All of it wants to go to the door. The blanket is ditched, he drifts toward the tall wooden door, and he pulls it open. His tongue is still partway out of his mouth, needing to read everything before he can be totally sure. There is the possibility that they could be getting unwanted visitors already. The property has a weird origin that he would believe housed squatters at one point.
The one element is unmistakably Jotaro. ]
Jotaro? Are you there? [ He calls, fatigued. The echo says that he isn't. His light bulb eyes say otherwise. That... Is Jotaro. That is Jotaro covered in the blackish sheen of blood.
Why--?
What there is of his head poking out into the hallway rises up the length of the doorframe while all of his tail begins to coil behind him in the way it does when he feels particularly uneasy. He shouldn't. He does. Something isn't right. ]
What the Hell happened to you? Did you--...
[ He knows. He just can't bring himself to believe it. ]
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High in the tallest tower like the prince he is. That is where Rohan has his room. He can still tell if the gargoyle is around, and he has been missing almost all night. It hasn't bothered him a bit, lulling himself off to sleep under one of his many quilts to stay warm. His tongue pokes out from between his lips as it sometimes does when he is away in dreamland and it finds itself twitching, flooding Rohan's sinuses with a scent that makes him stir. An eye cracks open.
The scent is warm. Coppery. It tastes and smells like a roll of coins left in your pocket and sticky to touch. It's blood. He knows it. That isn't all: It is accompanied by a warmth he recognizes too. That warmth is Jotaro. Why is Jotaro being likened with the smell of blood? He wants to know. So does the rest of him. His tail and his body are already uncoiling before he is fully awake. All of it wants to go to the door. The blanket is ditched, he drifts toward the tall wooden door, and he pulls it open. His tongue is still partway out of his mouth, needing to read everything before he can be totally sure. There is the possibility that they could be getting unwanted visitors already. The property has a weird origin that he would believe housed squatters at one point.
The one element is unmistakably Jotaro. ]
Jotaro? Are you there? [ He calls, fatigued. The echo says that he isn't. His light bulb eyes say otherwise. That... Is Jotaro. That is Jotaro covered in the blackish sheen of blood.
Why--?
What there is of his head poking out into the hallway rises up the length of the doorframe while all of his tail begins to coil behind him in the way it does when he feels particularly uneasy. He shouldn't. He does. Something isn't right. ]
What the Hell happened to you? Did you--...
[ He knows. He just can't bring himself to believe it. ]