Jay Guthrie (courtingthesun) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-05-08 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | icarus, pyro, secret origins |
Who: John and Jay
When: Late January 8, 2010, after this happens
Where: Their room
What: Secret Origins! John finds out just how emo his emo roomie can be
Jay shouldn't have dozed off. He had fallen into a deep enough sleep with his sister hugging and holding him, but once she had left, he began to wake up again. It didn't happen immediately, and his body definitely appreciated the half hour of sleep after a lot of restless nights spent staring at the three photos of Julia on his desk. But his mind didn't stay shut down well enough to remain in that comfortable state. His thoughts began to wander and drift away from placated contentment to his much more familiar turmoil.
Oh God, he missed Julia. Why hadn't he found Julia? He had tried to find her, hadn't he? Tried to go to her? No, he hadn't, because he couldn't get to her. He wanted that which he couldn't have - an eternal peace, like the one he assumed Julia had found. Eternal slumber in death. But death kept eluding him, no matter how hard he tried. So Julia kept slipping further away from him, drawing deeper into the shadows, and if he didn't stare so much at her photo, he was afraid of losing his memories of her, brief and fleeting as they were, to that swirling darkness. He didn't want to forget her. More than that. He didn't want to lose her, stay forced apart from her. Why hadn't he found her...?
And then it struck him. He had tried that night, like he'd tried time and time before. His body healed itself, against his wishes, and nothing he did could sidestep that yet. Including his try that evening, which had left a large blood stain by his bed. He'd sopped up a little of the blood with a towel and his now ripped up shirt, but he and Paige had sort of forgotten about finishing the cleaning before his sister had practically rocked him to sleep. What that meant - John finding out - got Jay's eyelids to flutter a little. His mind had caught up to the present time. He had to get up, clean up, but his body was so exhausted. He had a tough time rousing himself, getting his tired eyes to open. He had to do it fast, though, before John got home. His eyelids finally pried themselves open, and he turned from his stomach partially to his side, in an attempt to start getting up.