Luceti Appointments

[vor]

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[breezing]

[ There's a pause on the other end, too. ]

O-oh! Well, it's not your fault. That happens here, right? [ Not to her family while she's been here, not yet, but she knows it happens. ] ...Thank you for telling me.

[vor]

You're welcome.

November 3, Action

[complicatedliar]

[Loki returns home by the simple expedient of teleporting. Not quite steady on this feet, he runs into the wall of the front room, and then just leans there, eyes closed, breathing far faster than he should.

He managed the facade for the few minutes it took to get away from Barton and Adele, but something still feels wrong, as if there is a disconnect between mind and body that's interfering with his very ability to think. Something visceral - terror? - claws at his throat, tries to shut it off. He hugs his arms tight to his body, unconsciously rubbing his hands together as if to warm them, and resists the urge to pace.

Calm. He needs to be calm.

Calm refuses to come.]

[vor]

[He'll probably hear Gregor before he sees him as the young Emperor thuds quickly down the stairs. The sound of Loki hitting the wall seemed like something to investigate. When he sees Loki leaning against the wall, rubbing his arms, Gregor slows down his approach.]

Loki?

[complicatedliar]

[Loki straightens up, badly approximates a normal smile. But he can't get his breathing to slow, his lips and cheeks are starting to feel numb and he knows that isn't a good thing at all.]

Oh, Gregor. Sorry. I... missed my room.

[vor]

Yes, that's why I'm worried. Come here. Sit down.

[He reaches in the general direction of Loki's shoulder, to beckon or to lead, whichever looks like it's going to be successful.]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki flinches back. He finally gives in to the nervous urge and starts pacing.]

I would really... much rather stand.

[vor]

Stop. [He really is Miles. How did Gregor end up rooming with Miles? Gregor leans against the wall.] Stop and look at me and breathe.

[complicatedliar]

Stop? It never stops.

[But Loki does pause in his shaking, scrubbing his shaking hands together.]

I am breathing.

[vor]

Through your nose. Slowly.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki shakes his head, shakily scrubbing at his face with his hands. Though he does try to comply, because it sounds like as good advice as any.]

I think... I think there is something... something wrong with me.

[vor]

Tell me in a second. First, take a few seconds and take deep, slow breaths.

[He moves off to fill a glass of water.]

[complicatedliar]

[With Gregor moving off, Loki starts walking toward the stairs, hesitates, turns away, and effectively starts pacing again. But he does try to breathe. Really, he wishes that he could.]

I think... perhaps I will go to bed. And sleep. Though I can't sleep.

[vor]

[There's the sound of water coming from the tap.] Then don't try, not yet. Stay with me an organize your thoughts for a moment.

[complicatedliar]

I just... want to sleep.

I can't. I can't. I can't. [He clutches at his hair.]

[vor]

Shhh. [Gregor approaches quietly and passes Loki the water. At least it'll give him something to reach out and take, something to break this stream of panic. Something to clutch besides his hair. Also, the act of drinking will force him to take a quiet moment.]

[complicatedliar]

Don't shush me. [Loki snaps, and then laughs, a faint edge of hysteria to the sound.] Words are all I have.

[He takes the glass, not because he wants it, but because it's an automatic reaction at this point. His hands shake so much that the water spills, but he doesn't notice. He stares down at it as if he's not entirely certain what to do with it.]

I... I don't feel good, Gregor. I... I... need to lay down.

[vor]

Then come lie down. [He nods toward the couch.] But I'm not leaving you alone till you calm down.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki actually does sit gingerly on the couch. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, head hanging, still clutching his water glass.]

I can't. Can't.

[He nearly drops the glass, clutches at it, then raises one hand to fumble at his lips.]

[vor]

[Gregor spots him, one hand in front of the glass.] It's not a feat, it's an eventuality. You're safe right now. Just take deep breaths until it passes.

[complicatedliar]

Safety is an illusion. I'm never safe. [But he does try to focus on his breathing anyway, shoulders moving. He doesn't like the way his face feels numb, or his hands, and he wants it to stop.]

[vor]

You're safe here. Just keep breathing. Mouth closed.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki does as he's told, breathing with his mouth shut, shoulders hunched up toward his ears. He rocks back faintly back and forth in his seat, hands white-fingered on the glass of water.

But slowly, he gets his breathing back under control.]

[vor]

[As Loki calms down, Gregor sits with his elbows on his knees and leans forward.]

Now. Tell me what happened.

[It's not a request.]

[complicatedliar]

[He doesn't have the energy for a sharp look, but he does manage a narrow-eyed one.]

I think... I'd rather not.

[He rubs his hands slowly together.]