tiberius ogden jr (buttercupbaby) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-11-12 00:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: thg: tiberius ogden, p: emmy, p: kit |
Who: Tiberius and Pansygames
What: Proving Pansy isn't a hallucination
When: Yesterday, the night of Tibby's arrival
Where: Outside Tau Block
Rating: Sads?
Tiberius had his hands pressed against the walls, using them to aid his descent from his supposed purple painted bedroom, toward the general hallway. He hadn't actually believed this was to be a home of his when he arrived. He thought perhaps someone had hit him with a stunning spell and was playing a sort of elaborate joke with the medical costumes. Yet, the joke was over. He was past his limit and he was hallucinating. It was truly the only answer he could come up with. Pansy's handwriting he knew by heart. He knew it was hers, even though he hadn't seen it in far too long, and yet it couldn't be. He had stood over her grave. He had been at her memorial. The wounds were all so fresh. He still found himself summoning tears against his will for her.
He wanted to stop crying. He truly did. Tears were a sign of emotion and weakness. He knew he was bad at hiding his feelings but that didn't change his desire to do so. He would find himself going hours, maybe even days, without doing so; only to find himself thinking of something he wished to share with her and then being unable to do so. He would never share with her again. Anything.
Was this the reason Fletcher was so cross with him? Was his own mourning upsetting him in some way? Perhaps it was. Clearly Fletcher had every reason, and more, to mourn as Tiberius did. Yet, Fletcher had never been as emotional as Tibby. Perhaps it was getting on his nerves. He didn't know. Fletcher was making very little sense. And he was showing him writing that made even less.
As his head spun, he successfully managed to step into the hallway, and he found himself eager. He was eager for a hallucination. Come morning, he would hate himself for being as excited as he was for a figment of his imagination. It was simply going to hurt more. He needed to accept the reality of the situation.
Pansy was gone. She was not in this strange place. And Tiberius was in dire need of sleep.