Fight! Fight! Pillow fight!

[meridio]

[For someone so fixated on the concept of fairness, Somnus was never known for observing formalities. The Oracle has retired after a trying day, a servant tells him, and must be allowed her rest. He brushes the night guard aside with the snap of his wrist, and it's a matter of seconds before he's striding across the chamber to where Aera slumbers. That she looks so peaceful where she lies doesn't deter him in the slightest.

His brother might scold him for his brusqueness, if he were here. He isn't.]

Oracle—

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[meridio]

[ No sooner after she said that does he throw the second pillow at her with stunning precision. This one comes at her with less force. ]

The night is young, Oracle. You'll be needing those.

[ Now he leaves. ]

[indelebilis]

Hey, wait——!

[ WHAP. She's cut off when the second pillow hurtles directly into her face.

The last thing he will hear as he is leaving is a frustrated noise, and an extremely pouty tone: ]

That wasn't fair! Come back!

[ Except she deserved that and she knows it. Well... at least she didn't have to get up to go get her pillows. ]