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@maiathierry
What in the name of ...
Or not. I could have used some quiet time but well.. I’m not complaining, or I shouldn’t be.
Why shouldn't you complain? Everyone else does, I don't see the harm in you joining in as well.
What in the name of ...
Fighting and sex? Seems like I missed loads He chuckles.
Not really. It's actually been rather quiet around here lately. You came back at a good time.
my remote concern || keith & maia || event
For three nights, Keith didn’t sleep.
The minute you say insomnia, people start offering up advice. Try moving to another room and reading a book. Try drinking more water. Try making yourself really, really warm. Back in life, when it all started to go wrong, he’d nod and bite his tongue, bite back the counter-arguments. Thanks, but no thanks—I think I know better than you. And when it got even worse, he tried them all. Desperately. Please.
He’d tried them all again these last three nights. After Dominick showed up bearing a cross, after Mikhail kicked Keith back into the snow, he pulled the list back out and went through them bullet by bullet. He turned off the lights, he piled on the blankets, he climbed into bed with pajamas on and then with nothing on at all. He jerked off. He counted sheep and bones and body hairs. Futile. Futile. Futile.
Tonight, he tried wine. Never could take the taste of anything redder than Chardonnay, but it always made him tired—he’d take it, if it could do him good. Anything that would do him good. Dom and Mikhail like caffeine drips. Somewhere along the way, Keith had picked up a couple wine glasses; he up-ended the last of a Merlot bottle into one of them now. It was a dizzying thing, wine and sleeplessness together. It had him yawning against his doorframe, sitting down to tie his shoes, and shuffling down the sidewalk before he knew where he was going.
And then he was at Maia’s door. Keith knocked, yawned again, and pulled his jacket even tighter to his chest.
Maia was half asleep when she heard the knocking. Thoughts had been swirling around in her head, most of them half formed, until her head began thrumming. She had given up on thinking about it all- trying to make sense of the chaos of this world, and she had only just gotten comfortable in her bed. She was tempted to ignore it. To just pull the blankets over her head and go back to sleep. After all, it was rather late, and she was already practically asleep. But she thought of the warning she'd received from the gods, about the creatures lurking about, and that got her moving.
She grabbed a sweater off the foot of her bed and pulled it on as she walked to the door. She ran a hand through her hair, wishing she had thought to check her appearance in the bathroom mirror before she came to the door.
She pulled it open, arching an eyebrow as she saw who it was. "What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe this honor, Keith?" She grinned at him, wondering why exactly he was here at her door. She'd have expected him to be at his own apartment, making up for lost time with his husband. Or at least fighting with him.