[At some point, Hiro had tired himself out enough from the onslaught of information from Jason and bad-news sharing with Clarke. He sort of regrets using the pendant Grell had booned him the previous night if only because he could have used it tonight. Instead, he eventually crawls into his bed in his room at the new house and drinks the tea Clarke helped him prepare to sleep.
Even though the potion should have helped, his subconscious was stronger than that. His own thoughts plus the Shuck's curse were enough to drive dreams through the cracks in his mind, twisted little nightmares filled with fires, machinery, destruction, and blood on his hands that couldn't be scrubbed off, glassy blank eyes of everyone he's ever grown close to staring up at him and the dull roar of gears grinding and sharp twinkles like glass.
The mix and medley of dreams is enough for him to wrench himself awake with a sharp gasp, heart pounding and chest heaving for a moment as he stares into the dark. He cringes slightly as he peels his t-shirt away from his sweat-soaked back, kicking off the sheets and swinging his feet over the edge of the bed. He runs his hands through his hair, fluffing it up a bit as he stares at his feet for a moment.
The house is too quiet. It's way too quiet but at the same time it just means his thoughts are too loud, and in that cycle of thoughts he realizes there's something very, very important he's forgotten. Biting his lip, he stands from his bed and silently pads out of his room and down the hall toward Bellamy's. He's hardly under the illusion the other boy's asleep, but even if he were this is a little too important. Stalling outside of his room he waits for a minute before drawing in a breath and knocking softly on the door.
If he's not here, he'll call him. Simple as that.]
9/2-9/3 whatever it's like 2am, action
Even though the potion should have helped, his subconscious was stronger than that. His own thoughts plus the Shuck's curse were enough to drive dreams through the cracks in his mind, twisted little nightmares filled with fires, machinery, destruction, and blood on his hands that couldn't be scrubbed off, glassy blank eyes of everyone he's ever grown close to staring up at him and the dull roar of gears grinding and sharp twinkles like glass.
The mix and medley of dreams is enough for him to wrench himself awake with a sharp gasp, heart pounding and chest heaving for a moment as he stares into the dark. He cringes slightly as he peels his t-shirt away from his sweat-soaked back, kicking off the sheets and swinging his feet over the edge of the bed. He runs his hands through his hair, fluffing it up a bit as he stares at his feet for a moment.
The house is too quiet. It's way too quiet but at the same time it just means his thoughts are too loud, and in that cycle of thoughts he realizes there's something very, very important he's forgotten. Biting his lip, he stands from his bed and silently pads out of his room and down the hall toward Bellamy's. He's hardly under the illusion the other boy's asleep, but even if he were this is a little too important. Stalling outside of his room he waits for a minute before drawing in a breath and knocking softly on the door.
If he's not here, he'll call him. Simple as that.]