Relieved when the wolf padded over with no indications that he meant to attack, John hefted Loki (shit, he was light for somebody so tall) and started slowly up the stairs.
Seemed this was becoming a habit, hauling fucked-up mates up the Manor's eastern staircase. (Or tumbling down it and getting cold-cocked.) If the bad shit didn't get him first, John reflected, then between one thing and another in this place, he'd probably wind up needing back surgery or a neck brace.
His head was clearing as they got up above the ground floor, and he heaved a sigh of relief and paused at the landing to rest and gather his wits. "All right. Where d'you need to be, Loki? The attic? Or have you got a room?" he asked, trying not to sound as worried as he was. It wasn't cold, but the god was shivering like he'd just come in from a blizzard.
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Date: 2006-07-14 11:03 pm (UTC)Seemed this was becoming a habit, hauling fucked-up mates up the Manor's eastern staircase. (Or tumbling down it and getting cold-cocked.) If the bad shit didn't get him first, John reflected, then between one thing and another in this place, he'd probably wind up needing back surgery or a neck brace.
His head was clearing as they got up above the ground floor, and he heaved a sigh of relief and paused at the landing to rest and gather his wits. "All right. Where d'you need to be, Loki? The attic? Or have you got a room?" he asked, trying not to sound as worried as he was. It wasn't cold, but the god was shivering like he'd just come in from a blizzard.