Who: Lin Alesi/Theon Greyjoy
What: Memories Plot
Where: Lin's apartment @ Meridian Condos
Things to avoid: N/A
It was overwhelming, the heat. Though he had yet to peek through the plastic slats of his blinds, Lin already knew what he would find. The sky would be low and that gray-white color that makes everything feel washed out, wrung out, and old. It weighed him down. He hadn't had the energy to lift himself from the bed to turn on the air conditioning unit in the window across the room, but nor had he found himself able to roll onto his stomach, push himself up, and slide the other, nearer window open either. He felt thoroughly exhausted and the thought of the effort it would take for him to perform any action, no matter its simplicity, was too much.
His arms and eyes felt heavy just thinking about it.
He had spent the day in bed. It was nearly four in the afternoon, his phone told him in stark white digits, though little sunlight penetrated the room. It was dark and sweltering. Rather like the womb, he supposed. Lin looked up at the ceiling, eyes unseeing, as his mind churned through a dizzying amount of thoughts. The past few days had been a blur. And, to be honest, the boy really wasn't sure if he was actually going insane or not. - It definitely felt like it. Theon's appearance had been the tip of the iceberg. Next there came a magical journal and a mysterious key. Then fucking Aubrey.
It was all too much. He just wanted to sleep. But his head hurt and his mouth was dry, and he felt nauseous. Lin sat up woozily, trying to remember if he'd taken his medication. The black room spun around him. He closed his eyes and laid back down.