[001] Wake up & Action

[alt_for_norge]

[Action, 841 Hastings Boulevard]

[He knows, the instant he wakes, that something isn't right. The room doesn't smell like his own, the bed doesn't feel like his and the general hum of fae activity around him is made conspicuous by its absence. Norway lies there, eyes closed, thumb and forefinger pinching firmly at his forearm to prove to himself that it isn't a dream, before he slowly opens his eyes and sits up]

Well.

[A quick glance around the room tells him he isn't alone here, and he isn't sure if he finds that comforting or a matter for concern. Still, he wastes no time in getting up and dressing, barely an eyebrow raised at the style of the clothing, and moves quietly through the house to the front door. Despite the bruise forming on his arm from the hard pinch, he's still not entirely convinced that he isn't dreaming]

[Action, around town]

[When he steps outside he lifts up a hand to shade his eyes and allows a brief display of anxiety in the way he softly bites his lower lip. He hesitates, then moves off the front porch and walks slowly down the street, just taking everything in]

Comments

[alt_for_norge]

Agh-- Damn it, idiot, put me--

[He looks at him, his hands on the man's shoulders, pushing lightly at him, and frowns slightly]

... What?

[konge]

[Denmark hardly reacts to being pushed. Even if it's getting annoying. Just stay still and let him crush you, Norge.]

Ja! You were a silly little thing who rabbited on about faeries and danced around in that girlish little dress.

[He smiles fondly.] Don't you remember?

[alt_for_norge]

[Like he has much of a choice in the matter..

He doesn't reply at first, just looks away. Yes, he remembered all of that.. They'd been simpler times. Since he doesn't seem to be getting away, he just.. gives in, and rests his head against Denmark's shoulder, forehead pressed to his neck.

Stupid Denmark]

That was a long time ago.

[konge]

[Denmark tilts his own head to the side, nudging it against Norway's and leaning against them. He hasn't realised how strange they probably look right now, but his legs are getting tired so he slides down to sit cross legged on the lawn.

He laughs, but there's a nervous edge to it. Even when he was being light hearted, Norway wasn't the type to joke in such a serious situation.]

It was yesterday, Norge..

[alt_for_norge]

[He curls his fingers lightly against Denmark's chest, shaking his head slightly. Right now, he doesn't care about how odd they might look]

For you, it was yesterday. For me.. it was a thousand years ago.

[konge]

[He laughs again, it's loud and obnoxious and it makes the silence following all the more awkward.]

You're lyin'.

[alt_for_norge]

...

Look at me, Danmark. You really believe that I am lying?

[konge]

[He stares at Norway for a long moment. The colour falling from his face as he struggles to get out from under the other man.]

Nej. Nejnejnej.

[alt_for_norge]

[He doesn't try to keep him there. Norway stands and steps back, looking at him steadily]

I am not lying to you.

[konge]

[Denmark runs his hands up his own face and tangles them through his already messy head of hair. He looks scared, confused and incredibly annoyed right now, taking it out on Norway doesn't even occur to him, but he's begining to pace the lawn.]

A thousand years!? Between us?! What sorcery is this-- [He whips around to face Norway] You must know!

[alt_for_norge]

[He just shakes his head. This place.. he didn't know what it was. What could he tell him?]

I do not.

[konge]

[If Norway doesn’t know, then there’s nobody left here that could possibly know. Or at least, nobody the Dane would listen to.]
I can’t! I can’t just—It wouldn’t happen! [He makes an exasperated noise, shaking his head.]
I must go.

[alt_for_norge]

[He reaches out to touch the man's arm.. but his hand falls short, and drops to his side]

Do as you wish.

[konge]

[Denmark watches his hand as it drops and nods slowly, stepping back before turning on his heel and leaving the scene.]