Julian Markum (tangiblemoments) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-08-06 22:30:00 |
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Current mood: | groggy |
Who: Julian & Adrian
What: Julian is on a comedown and Adrian decides to check in on him
When: Saturday morning
Where: The Midway
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
The low after the high was always so much more intense and Julian knew that better than anyone considering last night he’d felt like he was floating on Cloud Nine, but this morning? Well, this morning he felt like he’d been hit by a sledgehammer. Not just any sledgehammer, but the sort of sledgehammer that sucked pretty much all the joy out of his life and left him feeling… empty, blank and with a distinct headache that threatened to rip his brain apart.
It was the break of dawn, Ashley was still sleeping and Julian didn’t want to wake him. Not after last night, considering how long the other man had stayed awake with him as Julian rode out the high unlike any other. It had been so intense, so amazing, and now… well now he just felt normal and that in itself was crushing. Julian pulled on his best suit and reached for the edge of the cover, drawing it up and over the sleeping form of Ashley before he leaned down to press a kiss to the other man’s temple. A note was scrawled on a nearby piece of paper that read: ‘Needed to clear my head, but make yourself at home’ and with that, Julian left his trailer and closed the door.
Shit, bright, way too bright.
Julian’s fingers fished out the shades from the top pocket on his suit jacket and eased them on, exhaling a shaky breath as he set off in the direction of his stall. Every stride felt heavy and he scrubbed at the back of his neck, trying to shift the distinct sensation of having been given a taste of something amazing only to have it ripped away. He had very sensibly placed the ring to one side and within a plastic bag, to avoid further contact, even if said contact had left him feeling good and high all at the same time. A man could become addicted if he wasn’t too careful.
Julian figured if he focused his attention on setting up his stall then maybe just maybe he could ignore the sudden apathy that had overrun him with all the force of a wildebeest and then its herd. It was beyond distracting and he had a worrying thought that if he was allowed to wallow in it for too long then his thoughts might turn dark and take a distinct turn for the worse. If he could avoid that? He wanted to, for the good of himself and the people around him.
As he approached his stall, Julian shed the jacket and rolled the crisp white sleeves of his shirt up towards his elbows and turned his attention to putting the stall together. It was going to be a good distraction, definitely what was needed.
The less he thought about last night the better.