dustandash (dustandash) wrote in alchemy_rp, @ 2015-09-16 00:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dagon hunt, character: josias white, rating: r, status: in progress, type: private, type: thread, warning: laguage, warning: sensitive topic, warning: sexual content |
The morning after
Date: August 26, 2015
Time: Slightly after nine am
Location: Dagon's place, Seattle
Characters: Dagon Hunt and Josias White
Description: The morning after
Status/Rating: Private, In Progress, Rated R, TBD, but likely sexual content and language; also discussion of possible trigger warnings such as bdsm and sub space and a lapse in aftercare, plus codependency and extremely unhealthy thought processes.
Josias hadn't moved in five hours. He hadn't slept either. He hadn't been able to slink out of the sub space mentality he'd fallen into the night before so he'd stayed where he was, sitting, naked, outside of Dagon's house, waiting. And it'd been a pretty fucking cold night the longer he'd stayed there. But something kept him there, glued to where he was, because Dagon hadn't told him to get lost. He hadn't told him to leave at all. So Josias hadn't.
And after five hours, he was in a really weird space right now. It was anxious, but also subdued, and kind of in a sort of trance like state. After spending five hours doing little more than staring off into space in front of him, it was hard not to be in a trance like state. He wasn't even really thinking anymore. It was a dangerous state to be in, because he was also shivering and exhausted, and feeling extremely low emotionally. He had failed Dagon basically. He felt that he deserved me out here, to be physically uncomfortable, to think about what he'd done, and what he could've done better, and how he'd strayed from his position. He felt that he deserved to be punished for it.