If You Only Knew

It wasn't like her to sleep at night, she was sensitive to the sun and as a result, her usual hours of operations were from sundown to sun up. Recently, however, her body demanded she rest; even against her own nature. The ivory goddess was sleeping more than she ever had, but she was still aware most of the time. The consequence of being a light sleeper - you never miss anything that happens around you when you sleep. There was a noticeable chill in the den as the air stirred and Alastor exited, his mass disturbing the air and waking her up. Brilliant white lavender eyes watched with concerned interest in their holographic depths, having heard the behemoth's growls in the night that signaled nightmares. Lurid had coaxed him through his terrifying nights before, but this felt different. This seemed to hit him somewhere even his father hadn't been able to affect him, and what ever it was that plagued the demonic man hurt. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see his torment and Lurid wasn't going to make him suffer alone, even if he had gone out to get space. The white devil gave him a few moments to breathe, then rose on three legs while she put on her very crudely fashioned sling and followed Alastor outside.

Silently padding through the darkness of the night, the snowy empress moved with caution. She was unsure of Al's current mental status, and couldn't risk further injury to herself or him. When she found the brindled behemoth, his posture said something ate at him. Lurid could see these things in her lifelong friend, he was tense, his tail curled around his legs in a subconscious gesture of self-comfort, and his breaths barely seemed to hang in the chilly autumn air. "Alastor, are you okay?" Her duo-toned voice rang softly as a bell in the darkness, notes of heavy concern drifting into the lyrics. What would drag him from the warmth of the den at this hour? "Nightmares again?" She asked, trying to find a way to gauge his reaction to her presence. It had been a long while since he had been plagued by such things, and Lurid had thought them to be a thing of the past. If anyone knew about the resurgence of nightmares, it was Lurid. She had been having plenty of her own since she came out of that strange cavern, most of them involving collapses of crystalline tunnels or worse. Had something devastating happened to Alastor there too? Could that have been the reason he was awake now? Worry for her long-time crush and friend had her coming to sit closer than would seem wise, but she was not afraid.