Daemonverse: In a Strange Land
daemonmuses: "Believed to be an ally of man. Many watchers suspect that the Mongoose arrived to our world from another, but to date no evidence of such a migration has been unearthed." -Junot Diaz "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao"
Sam sat in the middle of CID, arms wrapped tight around himself and feeling like the whole world had just tipped sideways and he was the only one who'd noticed. The dull pounding in his head and vague nauseous feeling didn't help. Nor did the warm weight of Ana curled around the back of his neck and over one shoulder, though she normally would be some sort of comfort.
"This isn't real," he muttered under his breath, trying to convince himself of that fact. "None of this is real."
Something sharp pricked the side of his neck, suspiciously close to Ana's mouth. Sam flinched and reached up to touch it, and his fingers came away with a tiny smear of blood.
"What the hell was that for?"
"You're probably not dreaming if it hurts. Sorry I made you bleed, by the way."
"Yeah." He touched his hand to his neck again and decided to keep it there until the bleeding stopped. Possibly also to dissuade Ana from biting him again, though if she really wanted to...
After a moment, she shifted her weight and hopped down, onto his lap, then turned back to face him. "Stop panicking."
"I'm not... panicking," he muttered, glancing away from her, around the room. It made him a little queasy to look at - there were the parts he could see, the desks and chairs and officers scattered about the room, and in his head an overlay of how all this would look in thirty-three years' time. His CID...
"Don't lie to me," she snapped, glaring a little and bristling just a bit. Sam looked back down at her, and moved his hand to rest on her back, fingers curling into the fur. It felt more real than the pain in his neck, somehow. "Stop worrying about how this isn't real, because we obviously have to deal with it whether it's real or not."
"So I just... play along?" His fingers tightened a little in her fur, and she moved closer, curling against him.
"What else are we going to do?"
Sam's chest ached. His chest and his throat, and his head was still pounding, and here he was sitting in this insane place while Maya was... "I just want to go home."
For once, Ana had no sarcastic comment, no retort, and how could she when she was as lost as he was? Just play along. Right. Easiest thing in the world, when he had no other choice.
Muse: Sam Tyler
Word Count: 416
Sam sat in the middle of CID, arms wrapped tight around himself and feeling like the whole world had just tipped sideways and he was the only one who'd noticed. The dull pounding in his head and vague nauseous feeling didn't help. Nor did the warm weight of Ana curled around the back of his neck and over one shoulder, though she normally would be some sort of comfort.
"This isn't real," he muttered under his breath, trying to convince himself of that fact. "None of this is real."
Something sharp pricked the side of his neck, suspiciously close to Ana's mouth. Sam flinched and reached up to touch it, and his fingers came away with a tiny smear of blood.
"What the hell was that for?"
"You're probably not dreaming if it hurts. Sorry I made you bleed, by the way."
"Yeah." He touched his hand to his neck again and decided to keep it there until the bleeding stopped. Possibly also to dissuade Ana from biting him again, though if she really wanted to...
After a moment, she shifted her weight and hopped down, onto his lap, then turned back to face him. "Stop panicking."
"I'm not... panicking," he muttered, glancing away from her, around the room. It made him a little queasy to look at - there were the parts he could see, the desks and chairs and officers scattered about the room, and in his head an overlay of how all this would look in thirty-three years' time. His CID...
"Don't lie to me," she snapped, glaring a little and bristling just a bit. Sam looked back down at her, and moved his hand to rest on her back, fingers curling into the fur. It felt more real than the pain in his neck, somehow. "Stop worrying about how this isn't real, because we obviously have to deal with it whether it's real or not."
"So I just... play along?" His fingers tightened a little in her fur, and she moved closer, curling against him.
"What else are we going to do?"
Sam's chest ached. His chest and his throat, and his head was still pounding, and here he was sitting in this insane place while Maya was... "I just want to go home."
For once, Ana had no sarcastic comment, no retort, and how could she when she was as lost as he was? Just play along. Right. Easiest thing in the world, when he had no other choice.
Muse: Sam Tyler
Word Count: 416