whatvam i doing?
Hello hello.
*Smiles*
*Smiling*
Are you freaky?
Living Room
Living||Dining
Fast Forwards til the wee hoursSome nights, the nightmares were merely bad. Some, like tonight, he'd wake to find bruises on his skin, from where he'd thrashed and whomped himself on the night table, or where nails had dug into skin deeply enough to break the skin of wherever he was gripping.
Lucky for him he's a fast healer. Easier to hide. It meant tonight, though, he isn't trying to wake Elodie for a bootie call. Then he'd have to explain.
So tonight, it's a bottle of whiskey, and his sketchbook on his lap. Staring at the empty page while he downs one glass, and then pours a second. Drinks that one too, before he puts pencil to paper.
There was little chance of further sleep tonight, but if he wanted even the smallest chance... well, he had to purge the images from his mind.
The view from his cot - bars on the left, the wall in front detailed in a way that comes of having seen that same view, so repetitively, you can see it with your eyes shut.
He can. See it with his eyes shut.
That night in the ER, his own hand covered in blood, a patient's blood, knife buried deep into the other man's skin - the horrific moment of realization that he hadn't wrestled the knife free, not really, just stabbed his patient. The sheer horror of it, in black and white - maybe he should pick up some colours of some kind.
No, the red didn't need to be red.
From one stabbing to another - the beautiful details of the tattoo a contrast with the wicked, make-shift shiv embedded in his arm. Another, in his gut - this was the dream, not reality - both hadn't happened at once. but the nightmares liked to elide them into one.
The nights were the dreams were less literal - trapped, alone, a cell that might be solitary, but not nearly so literal as the others.
One sketch, after another, after another. Truly, purging theme, as if it meant the dreams wouldn't return.
It never quite worked that way.
waves
while Kitara goes to do something
Sure have been enjoying reading again. I'm on a short story a day pace with this Chinese author and have two of his anthologies checked out this cycle. Much fun!
or did you mean me?
*Smiles*
Hello
Damn rti
Brb 10 min tops
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*Looking around for a freak*
*sits at the bar crossing my legs primly*
Edibles, C.M. Will improve your day and/or night.
Everyone
Meet the freakiest girl alive
sighing when your lips meet mine..mmmmmmm
...peeking in...good news update, katelyn...may the wind work in your favor.
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