Phobos (fearandpanic) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-12 04:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | phobos |
I'll kill you first / You wait and see
Who: Phobos (fearandpanic) [Narrative]
What: Not quite awake, not quite asleep; almost dreaming, almost remembering and forgetting.
Where: Hospital in New Orleans
When: Sunday night.
Warnings: PG
It wasn't sleep that held him captive, that he knew, having struggled for days - weeks? months? - to break free of whatever was keeping him in this peculiar state. His eyes remained closed, his body immobile and Phobos supposed that if his chest hadn't been rising and falling with every breath he took, he wouldn't have looked different from a corpse.
Occasionally, someone would touch him, and he could hear soft muttering but couldn't make out actual words. --Outside world.
Every now and then bright images disturbed the darkness behind his eyelids. Some he recognised as memories, others were fantasies or maybe almost memories - he wasn't sure. He saw the faces of mortals he'd travelled with - all gone now - but the sound of their fear, the taste of their ecstasy and the touch of their madness were still fresh on his mind. --Inside world.
'No, no, no, you're holding it wrong, son. See, you have to loosen your grip a little to be able to thrust...'
A flash of golden hair caught his attention.
'Like this?'
'Wha-? OW!'
'Oops, sorry, dad. Must have mis-ah-judged the distance.'
'Right...' A large hand ruffling up his hair. --Inside world.
"Not sure why he won't wake up. Have you been able to find out anything about this boy?"
"No. Seems like nobody's looking for him."
"Huh. Oh well. Wanna grab a bite?"
"Sure." The sound of a door closing. --Outside world.
Nobody was looking for him. Nobody?
Because you didn't tell anyone and you threw away your phone.
Oh right. That had been kind of stupid.
Snakes appearing out of thin air never failed to make sky-blue eyes grow wide as saucers and he never grew tired of watching him perform that trick. Snakes slithering around his neck, their sharp teeth piercing the soft skin of his ears were never a reason to stay away and he never grew tired of hearing the sound of her laughter. --Inside world.
'Not that long, twin. A handful of days perhaps, not longer than ten. Promise.
'A handful, I'll hold them in my hand til you get back.'
'Handful of days, remember? You're holding them in your palm.'
'Please. I'm holding them tight.' --Inside, no, outside, no... both.
He tried to reach the surface and felt himself sink a little deeper. Too much weight. He needed to lose some of it.