bitch_two (bitch_two) wrote in after_the_fall, @ 2012-12-03 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | evo!pietro |
Open if anyone wants to knock, otherwise closed 3d
Pietro slammed his bedroom door behind him and collapsed in the wreckage of his room. There wasn't much still in one piece, other than the very few of Wanda's possessions that Billy had passed on to him when he'd arrived. Those were carefully arranged on a small table near the window, an island in a sea of destruction. Even his bed was mostly destroyed, the frame splintered and the box spring upended against a wall, rumpled sheets strewn across the mattress. He flopped atop them and lay back, staring blankly up at the ceiling as the bruising on his face and hands and ribs pulsed. The fact he had a mark on him was an indication of how far gone he was, there wasn't a flatscan who could lay a hand on him unless he let them. But he needed the pain, needed something to distract him from the other pain, from wondering how long it was going to be before he was alone again.