InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "*twitch*"

Aaron Jacobson {willful child} (backoff) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2009-12-11 22:11:00

Entry tags:

red riding hood, willful child

Who: Aaron & Boyd
What: A date for breakfast.
Where: Starts at Boyd's apartment.
When: The morning after this (the day of the anon post), which is actually immediately after this, as unlikely as that is.
Warnings: None... yet?

As he climbed slowly up the stairs (he didn't trust elevators if he could help it), Aaron wondered whether it was a good idea to leave Shiloh alone. All that calm confidence was a comfort to be around, but it also confused his senses, clouded the water, made it hard for him to be absolutely certain unless he was actually in physical contact with him. That was rare, for Aaron, extremely rare. He could feel emotions everywhere, and even the faint but detectable sense of belonging he felt while he was inside of the building seem to come off the floors and the carpet, like dust, as he walked down the tenth floor hallway. He hadn't gone more than one door before he was already flat against the wall on the opposite side, putting as much distance between himself and the door to #1002 as possible. It helped. A little. He walked quickly down the hall, past 1003, 1004, 1005, all of which he knew immediately were vacant.

He blinked and frowned at #1006, then blinked again. There was so much lust in there, it was practically leaking through the walls. Aaron sort of liked lust, usually. It was an uncomplicated emotion. It was all the other stuff that got mixed in that made it uncomfortable. He stood there a minute, lost in thought, and then finally shook himself out of it. Well, whoever was in there certainly had enough "other stuff" to complicate things, even if they had sex all the time. Aaron was glad he didn't know them.

Continuing past, Aaron looked over the door to #1007. It looked like all the other doors, of course. The first zero was a bit tarnished, but other than that, there was no discernible difference to the unpracticed eye. Aaron had more than his eyes, though. He put up one palm and ran it down the surface of the door, a full inch from any contact with the wood, just for a moment.

Fear. Lots of it. The unthinking panicky kind, the one with sharp spikes. It almost overwhelmed everything else.

Aaron dropped his hand. Everyone has stuff under the surface, he thought, trying to fight off a sigh. What sucks is that I can't just have the surface bits without dealing with the rest of it.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

	ex_sanguine300 2009-12-13 05:24 am UTC (link)
	"You know who done him in?" It was a leap, but one that was easy to make, given how loud the ghosts were getting at her back, and she tensed in anticipation of his answer. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	backoff 2009-12-13 05:28 am UTC (link)
	"No," Aaron said, utterly unconvincingly, and not at all like someone who lived in the same apartment as the guy. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_sanguine300 2009-12-13 05:33 am UTC (link)
	"Aaron," she said, stepping closer. "That man done killed my parents, both of 'em, and my grandma, and he left me to wake up hugging on a dead thing Christmas morning. Tell me who it is," her voice cracked, "I ain't had a day without haunts following me 'round since, and now everyone's starting to die all over again. Please?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	backoff 2009-12-13 05:35 am UTC (link)
	Overwhelmed by the accompanying wave of emotions that accompanied this flood of information, Aaron pressed his back up against the wall. "He... he what?" Aaron gasped. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_sanguine300 2009-12-13 05:45 am UTC (link)
	"You ain't been here long, and it has to be someone local. Did you meet him hereabouts? In the building, even?" she asked, trying to remember who lived where and who could possibly be old enough to have killed her parents all those years back. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

backoff
2009-12-13 05:48 am UTC (link)

Besides Boyd's almost overwhelming fear-anger-excitement-hope, whatever else was in the room swamped his senses with bitterness and anger and grasping, near violent demand. If they could put their hands around his throat and squeeze the information out of him, they would have. "No... no. I don't know who it is." Aaron slid along the wall and backed away from her. "I have to go."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_sanguine300 2009-12-13 05:49 am UTC (link)
	She reached for him with fingers turned desperate. "Please..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	backoff 2009-12-13 05:52 am UTC (link)
	He shied back from the touch. "I just passed the place where he died. It was an alley. Nobody was there. I have to go." He moved quickly back, into the main room, and groped blindly for his bag, jacket forgotten. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_sanguine300 2009-12-13 05:54 am UTC (link)
	She knew he was lying, but she stopped where she was, willing to let him go. The haunts pushed insistently at her back, and she looked very, very sad. "I like you," she said softly, even though she knew it was pretty much useless at this point to even say the words. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	backoff 2009-12-13 05:57 am UTC (link)
	He stopped moving, standing stock-still, pale in the hall light, and staring through the empty archway at her. "Can't you... can't you make them go away?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_sanguine300 2009-12-13 05:59 am UTC (link)
	She closed her eyes, tried, but they were still there. Whatever he knew, they wanted it, but they wouldn't follow him if he left. They never followed anyone but her. She shook her head no, and motioned gently toward the door with a soft, soft smile. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	backoff 2009-12-13 06:03 am UTC (link)
	"I like you too." And he left. (Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -