breaking and entering...? (tagged: sean!)

Sleep was something Sean was definitely good at. He liked sleeping so much he'd wish his sleeps were all so long and comfy... be awaken by a kiss every morning. At that, the boy got up all of a sudden and completely forgot his train of thought. That feeling when you were dreaming something so vivid and that when you woke up, you forget entirely, unable to remember what had gone through the past few hours. The sudden dizziness hit him in the head as he sat up from bed and he felt his body falling back into the sheets, snuggling his pillow close to his heart. He liked pillows alongside liking eating chocolates. He frowned though, when he felt that the pillow was too thin for him to squeeze and he wondered where his favorite pillow had gone to...

Oh right, he was in the academy now. In the dormitories. Where the bunk was as comfy as the cold floor and the pillows as fluffy as a bean pole. Or maybe he was just being too exaggerated. The bed was fine, the pillows were too and the fact that nothing itched was a plus. Bedbugs were out of the picture too. So why exactly was he frowning...? Probably adjusting to a new place was actually harder than he'd thought. He'd grown used to his own bedroom back in the small house with his Nana that it might take him some time to get used to his own space in the massive castle. Sleeping proved difficult too. Sean had been drifting in and out of sleep for the whole night, always sitting ramrod straight and then falling back into the sheets. Instead of feeling well rested, he felt more tired the longer this continued. He was sleep-deprived and he wanted to sleep... and water too, his throat felt parched.

Groaning into the pillow for as loud as only he could hear, he rose up ever so slowly and felt around for his comfy slippers. He walked quietly, minding the other sleeping forms around him and looked to the window, the sky caught in between night and day. A rather astonishing sight, when darkness fought for its place against the light. He would've stood there and admired it... if he wasn't so sleepy and needing to refresh his dry throat. Sean tried to lift his foot one at a time and found that difficult, the call of the bed as strong as his desire to get his throat refreshed. Lucky he didn't need much of his sight as he walked blindly across the corridors and heading for the common room.

The whole place was brimming with life and leaves bristled as he passed by, feeling the presence of an earth elemental walking by them; attracted to it, wanting to be caressed by it. Involuntarilly, Sean's hand raised to the wall and felt vine and leaf brush by it, guiding him to where he was headed. He was asleep on his feet.

However, as he passed by a couch toward his destination... his legs caught on someone elses and he fell, face down, onto the floor. Lucky enough, the vines, as if they had a life of their own, though mostly because probably Sean's little training in defense saved him, supported his fall and he hanged there, a feet from getting his face smacked. His eyes fluttered open and life was pumped back into his sleepy body, realizing the pain he'd have suffered if it weren't for his ever safety mechanism. He breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled up, noticing the sun finally breaking through the darkness of the night. How long had it taken him to walk from the bedroom to the commons?

Sleep usually dulled time and awareness so he didn't know.

All he knew was that it was almost morning now and luckily, looking around, no one saw his embarassing act, except for one maybe. The one he'd tripped upon. Turning around, he bowed his head, much to his dismay for he never bowed to anyone, and apologized.

"Sorry," was what came out of his mouth and feeling awkward, straightened up and looked at the boy infront of him, as rigid as a rock on where he was sitting. Sean's brows furrowed as he noticed this but bit his ever curious self from asking why the boy looked so... stiff. Instead, he turned and headed for the water tank, his throat hurting from the sudden use. He wondered why he'd bowed and left it to the reason that mayhaps, since his rationale was still asleep, he was doing things out of his control.

Heading now with open eyes to the water tank, Sean noticed how the coldness of the room left swiftly and in its absence warmth started to flood in. His shivering body, one he hadn't noticed when he got out of bed, found itself relaxing, his heart calming. Not that he was against the cold or anything, but this boy loved the sun and with how rarely the sun seemed to shine, for now, in this part of the country, every few seconds of warmth was welcome to him. He found himself stretching and letting out a rather long yawn, the sleep in him leaving his bone and muscle. He reached behind the table for a cup and poured himself a full one, gulping it all in one motion before pouring himself another one.

He hadn't realized he was that thirsty.

As he drank, he noticed how the plants seemed to creep in closer to the dripping water and he almost smacked the greedy greens. Almost. Earth was his element and the basics had been engraved in his brain the moment his powers started to show. Thanks to his Nana, he had a bit of a training before coming to the school and he had specialized in plants. These vines that were now starting to move, the presence of himself giving them the freedom to do so, were trying to get the water they wanted.

"No babies," he crooned, caressing the leaves. "You can have 'em later when it's time." Sean spoke softly, as if to a baby. There was a schedule for watering the plants and if it were not followed, it would end badly for the receiver. Too much water resulted into drowning. Sean had completely forgotten about the earlier incident, his eyes now soft with care and when the boy he'd tripped upon spoke behind him, he jumped slightly. His brain was still starting to wake up.

"Oh," he turned around, water swishing in his cup. "It was my fault," he smiled warmly, walking forward. "I should have been more awake and watched where the floor was. Guess I've gotten lazy with how these plants guide you wherever," he chuckled, gesturing to the plants and greeneries that covered the earth dormitories from top to bottom and vice versa. These weren't normal plants, everyone would know that. They could move by themselves if they wanted, grown most probably by the masters of the craft and whatever it was that gave movement to them was beyond him. All he knew was that when he'd set foot into the dorm, the plants had welcomed him, not by just hanging still but by moving around his feet. He had just stared at the floor and walls for a whole hour then.

He landed a spot beside the boy and gulped down the last of his water, forgetting his manners. From the top of his cup, he looked up at the boy, again, his stiffness not missing Sean's scrutinizing eyes.

"You want some?" he asked, keeping the cup on his bottom lip. He was just about to rise when the boy asked for his welfare. D'awww. Sean would never really grow used to the caring nature of earth students around him. He'd grown used to violence and black eyes. People usually shot first before asking; 'specially when they were drunk. He cleared his throat to free his voice of its raspiness, he was still in the process of reviving his body.

"Yep," he said, turning around as his arm came to rest on the back of the couch, making himself comfortable. "The vines acted as a cushion and kept me from kissing the floor intimately," he rolled his eyes at himself and grinned at the boy... who wouldn't really know anything about vines. Curious, he studied the boy further and when realization finally hit the bull's eye in his head, memory still fresh from the attack he'd endured to save, his now bestfriend, Tasmin, he was up against a wall. Back flat against the cold surface. The movement had been fast, mostly due to his defensive reaction and since the bruises and scars were still fresh on his lean form, it had given him enough strength to scramble to the wall farthest from the boy.

"You... the warmth... fire... stiff..." Sean said as he pointed an accusing finger to the boy. Everything just snapped into perspective and he spoke in an incoherent line of words, unable to keep his mind from talking loudly. He looked to the windows and saw the sun just about rising up, not enough to warm the morning air and since the fireplace was rarely, almost never lit, the warmness from earlier couldn't have just poofed out of thin air unless someone was doing it. Now that he noticed it, the air had been warmer when he sat closer to the boy and now that he was this far, the air wasn't as warm.