<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Todd Wainwright<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Tarrack Daemonling<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redemption<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Keeping It Copacetic<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rae<br/><br/><hr/>Todd's sleep was the merciful blackness of deep exhaustion. Some nights, he would dream. And those nights were the worst. Because he always dreamed of the old world and the people he had known within it. Even remembering the bad times in the old world resulted in remembering better times than those he experienced in this new broken world. Remembering a fight with his mother over something stupid and petty; having his bike stolen and raising trouble to try and get it back; that first awkward time with a Kwaini demon; and so many other things that only served to show just how fucked things were now. Todd did not really need to remember those things. Not now. Probably not ever. It simply did not serve to recall reading the first half of<em>Catcher In The Rye</em>and concluding Holden was a little bitch.<br/><br/>It was a result of living in this new hellscape world that had Todd awaken from his sleep at the first knock. If you slept through noise like that, you died. Or you were something powerful enough that you had servants to watch you while you slept and anyone who woke you up would be having a very bad last few seconds of life. Todd wanted to pretend that he had not heard that knock, and even though he jolted awake he remained on his stomach with his eyes closed. Then two more knocks came and Todd made a sound that was something like, 'murble,' into his pillow and got up. At some point he had disrobed and was as bare to the world as the day he was born, but Todd did not remember having done so - he remembered simply being so bone-weary that he had collapsed in bed, boots and all. Perhaps he had somnambulantly disrobed. Those who might know had better factoids to be concerned with.<br/><br/>So the daemonling rolled over, his large feet hitting the floor softly. That it was more softly than it should have been did not register with Todd. It was just a wonder that he was not frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog at being so casually awakened. It was there, lurking perpetually, but even his anger seemed to be as tired as the rest of him, and could not muster much of anything. He padded across the room, taking only a handful of steps while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Todd opened the door wide, unintentionally displaying all the goods to whomever was on the other side. He continued to rub at his eyes, feeling way too tired to deal with much of anything.<br/><br/>"I am sleep-walking right now, but hello." Todd said, lowering his arm, as he spoke his blatant lie. The resultant contact gave off the sound of skin on skin, but Todd just did not register that particular reality. He sort of half-realized that he was looking at an important vampire.