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Elijah flops boredly onto his bed. It'd been a long time since he had first arrived, and the excitement of this room really became dull fast. Sure, it's still very interesting that it looks like the sky is captured inside his bedroom, but Tobias seemed to never want to let him to do fun things!

Growling as he rolls over, Elijah pulls on the ledge of the window to hoist himself up onto his knees. The cot mattress sinks slightly under his weight, but remains stable. No noise, thankfully.. wouldn't want to wake up No-fun-guardian over there.

The boy runs his hand against the frosty glass, smiling softly as it brushes away for only a moment. This is much more amusing than sleep - he seems to have acquired Phoenix's sleeping patterns: go to bed late, wake up early. The temperature outside causes his messages to be erased quickly, but he has fun rubbing them into the frigid window despite this fact.

RP Prompt:

During the day, Elijah might to feel the urge to hide, or shut himself away with nothing than something comforting. The darkest or smallest place possible seems to be the best place, and when he enter, he'll falls asleep as the strangest feeling of pins and needles start to twitch and spread through his entire body.

...and when he wakes, he'll be MUCH larger, body and wings much more cramped in the position he was in, and achey and sore.

And in the mirror...



((Don't you love how facial hair makes someone looks older? XD He's only 16 or 17ish. ))

A terribly exhasted Elijah fumbles his landing on the soft but deadly cold snow of the second floor of the Taciturn Lime household. Having lost his boots - another thing he's sure to get in trouble for - and it being a horribly late hour [or early, whichever way you look at it..] his only objective is to find safe haven in his bed.

The shared bedroom is quite spacious; the entire house doesn't nearly seem as big on the outside as it does in the inside. It is almost as if the two, the Simu and guardian Skull Monkey, inhabit an apartment of sorts together. So, as the teen drags his weary body through the momentarily open window, he thanks his lucky stars that Tobias must be elsewhere in the room, undisturbed. He couldn't possibly put up an argument at this hour, nor does he have the strength to tolerate it. Maybe in the morning..

Shoving the window closed, he is already ready to collapse. His wings, battered by the twilight temperature drop, feel like pinpricks against his back. Shedding his shirt with utmost difficulty, as the individual feathers put up a fight against the material, he drops the clothing on the floor and lets it remain where it falls.

Sleeeep...

He's out as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Elijah isn't too far off from where Aurora is, currently amusing himself with what his dream has dressed him in. Rarely does this teen remember his dreams when he wakes up; this one seems almost vividly real to him.

"Odd," he mutters, but quickly brushes it aside. "I've gotta be asleep - either that or some'un got me drunk enough to persuade me to wear this stuff.." He pulls at the clothing mindfully with a small grin at his thoughtfulness.

Looking up and scanning the area, Aurora passes his line of vision but the girl doesn't even cross his mind as familiar at the moment.

Elijah turns his eyes down to Aurora, wincing slightly. It took merely a second for the recognition of THIS Simu to cross his mind. Oh dear Lord no.. If this was a dream, why would he want to torture himself with her? These new feelings of resentment towards Aurora override the hilarity of the flying pig, which, any other time, he would have been greatly amused by.

"Oh, it's you," he says in the most forced neutral tone that he can manage. Best not piss her off immediately, if this wasn't a dream. If it was, however, then well, why not take advantage of such an opportunity..? He smirks mentally at the thought of all the fun he could derive from various teasing activities with her as the target..

He clears his throat, standing up straighter. It always pleased him to be taller than her, with the concept of her having to look up at him. "I mean, I wouldn't expect to see you in this kind of place. Shouldn't you be off someplace, doing your nails, reading magazines, all that crap that girls do?"

Elijah shakes his head in utter confusion of the situation. Really now, his dreams never seemed THIS weird before. It must be the contamination of the cooties she brought along..

"I'm not dreaming myself old, dingbat, I AM older. You're still the one with cooties anyway." He'd been momentarily horrified at the sudden growth of his behind, but when it returns to er, "normal," he just becomes more disgruntled. Girls..

He shakes his head furiously, his right wing extending as if stretching needlessly. "Nothing would ever make me want to dream you into my sleep. Sleep's for resting and you just make me restless." He puts a hand to his forehead, brushing away lighter hair from his disgruntled face.

"You're not looking too good yourself, anyway -" he begins to say, taking a step forward. Two can play this game. As quickly as he can, he rubs his fingers through the top of her hair to do the best he can at messing it up. "If you want to look like you were just spat out of a jungle-woman's coffin, you could have just asked me to help! I'd be glad.." he laughs, ducking behind her with the intention of staying there, mirroring her as she moves to counter-attack, ".. to help out your cause.. wouldn't be too hard, what with how you look already~.."

Thankfully for the both of them, his wings had reacted quick enough not to be damaged in the tumbling - else there'd be hell to pay, on Aurora's part. Much like the power of suggestion in dreams, one can believe that pain is quite real in their sleep, too..

When they stop roughhousing within the hut, or at least once Elijah regains a hold on the fairly-stronger-than-he'd-remembered girl, he gives her a quick shove off. He'd heard about the Amazon people, and it seems to him that she'd probably been getting training or something from them. No matter - he made a mental note to pick up on some skills when he wakes up.

"For the last time, you're the one with the cooties. If I got them, I must've caught them from you in the first place. And another thing - where the hell are we?"