uisgeannan | (no subject)

Despite being utterly exhausted Euri could tell this entire situation was awkward. But, unfortunately, three nights of almost no sleep was drowning out her common sense, and it had no intention of stopping until she got a decent amount of rest. It was what had pushed her to climb out of bed, make her way up the stairs to the nearly empty fourth floor in her polka-dotted nightgown, and stop in front of Robin's room. She had resisted it in the beginning, of course, because she was stubborn. She didn't need anyone's help falling asleep, even Dog's. It was just a simple process that her stupid body would eventually pick up on; in addition, it would also realize that all those nightmares about ghosts and possessions and undead things weren't helping, and would cut them out.

It was three in the morning after three nights of sleeplessness when she finally gave up. She was so tired that embarrassment barely even crossed her mind. She simply stared down at the doorknob until her brain processed the fact that it was most likely locked, then continued along a rational path of unlocking it via hex. A few songlike words tumbled from her lips (not normally necessary, but she wasn't in the clearest state of mind), and she heard a tiny click that signaled the door was now hexed and completely unlockable until the spell was reversed. Knocking never occurred to her.

Euri stepped into the room. Even though it was dark just knowing the presence of all that scrawled writing on the walls made her shiver, and she was quick to dart on her toes to Robin's bed and crawl under the covers.

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Robin doesn't sleep much himself (if the writing on his wall is any indication). He sometimes lies awake for hours at a time, scribbling numbly on the wall, as if instructing himself to "go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep" will actually make it happen. He hates that he has to sleep. He hates that he's so exhausted all the time, mentally more than physically. He hates that when he tries, he's visited by nightmares and ghosts and things that will not let him rest for long.

But every once in a while, he does sleep. Very rarely, he passes straight through his dreams and into a world of blissful unfeelingness. He passes out, practically unconscious, and sleeps for hours and hours at a time. It's nearly impossible to wake him up when he's like that, which is why Euri's crawling into bed barely makes him budge. He's out like a light.

Sometime after she settles down, he wraps his arm around her and pulls her a little closer to him--probably a habit, might as well be engrained in muscle memory. He always sleeps better when there's someone with him. Maybe it's the conduit of energy, maybe it's something more subtle. But she's warm, and that's all he needs to fall back into a deep level of unawareness.