Once Jack, now Will. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jumpingpast) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2009-12-28 23:42:00 |
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What: Did you know dreams are crazy? Yeah, they know.
Where: Starting out in the hospital room then in DREAMLAND.
When: Tuesday, Dec. 29th midday.
Warnings: Cursing, drunkedness, crying? Who knows.
She drowned. No, scratch that. She almost drowned. It was extremely disconcerting to hear and Will didn't know how to handle it. He certainly didn't react overtly when she was presented by the strange Vlad guy at the masquerade (though he almost removed his mask). Yet, there was something the two of them had together. It wasn't romantic, but it ran deeper than he could simply accept as acquaintances. Or annoyance. Theresa had been in his mind, past all the walls and lies he attempted to keep hold of to keep from hurting. She knew. And it bugged the living shit out of him, forced him from sleeping as well as he was used to. Theresa was fucking up his routines. He sure as hell didn't like people getting past his defenses and seeing him for what he really was.
And so he found himself at her bedside in a hospital of all places. Disgustingly clean and sterile, Will cringed as he squeaked into the plasticy uncomfortable chair near her unconscious form. "You bitch," he slurred quietly. Of course he was drunk. No way he could handle this situation otherwise. "You don't get to fucking just...try to die. You're too fucking good for that, you know? What the hell were you thinking? Stupid fucking, why? What makes your life so much more terrible than mine that you'd try to fucking end it? Huh?"
God, he was so tired. Arguing with someone who couldn't yell back took effort, more than he gave to himself. Shuffling, he leaned his head back against the white walls and found his eyes slipping shut, heading off to dreamland whether he wanted to or not.