Lindsey McDonald (morallydamaged) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-28 12:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | edward cullen, lindsey mcdonald |
Who: Lindsey McDonald and Edward Cullen
What: Slowly going crazy from the lack of sleep and one too many nightmares
Where Street
When: Evening
Rating: PG-13
He was losing his damn mind.
The realization hit Lindsey in the middle of his arguement with Eve, his dead former lover sitting primly on the edge of the island counter with that coy smile on her lips and that red dress that had been his favorite on her. Emphasis on the dead part. Not that he was one to talk but he was almost certain she was still among the Rest in Peace crowd while he'd been put through the necessary rituals to resume having a pulse.
So that left him two options: one, she was haunting the apartment now which would make things awkward for some aspects of his life or two, she was a figment of his imagination brought on by an overload of stress, exhaustion, and god knew what else. His bet was on option number two. It seemed like it was all him, the lack of sleep causing the hallucinations. But he was perfectly content to blame Wolfram and Hart because if he had been sleeping relatively decent, his past associations wouldn't just keep popping in for visits unannounced. Although admittedly, this was new.
When she managed to get close enough to run her fingers through his hair, remarking that it was shorter than the last time she'd seen him, old memories of thrill and danger and devious plotting coming back, he snapped. Lindsey pulled back, his knees slamming into the arm of the chair and sending him crashing backwards. Eve giggled. "You always were a little high strung."
Lindsey shut his eyes, murmuring Cathy's name under his breath. He could picture her clearly, her bright smile, her blond hair, playing in the tide during their brief respite thanks to Sarah, even her singing that damn Celine Dion song in the shower. After a minute, he opened his eyes to find the hallucination gone. "I need to get out of here." Before something else ended up broken or destroyed.
He left everything behind but his keys, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he walked with no real destination in mind. Just away from the apartment, away from being alone, away from being screwed with. If only it was so easy. He slammed shoulders with an oncoming businessman, who snarled an irritated 'watch it' but quickly backed down once Lindsey turned on him.
He turned back to find Eve watching him with her lips twisted into an amused smirk. "Go away," he growled. The group of older women sitting at a nearby table at an outdoor cafe stopped chattering and gave him a look, in unison no less. "What? You never talked to your hallucinations before?"