Evan Marchand (bitterlyimmune) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-02-16 13:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [02] february, evan, leah |
WHO: Evan and Leah
WHAT: Late night cravings. Also potential name-talk?
WHERE: Their room.
WHEN: 02/16/20, early morning.
RATING: Low/medium?
CHALLENGE: Gluttony vs. temperance.
These days, sleep was at a premium. At least as far as Evan was concerned. Honestly, he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was on the horizon, and with the raid coming up in four days, as Brandon deemed, he was that much more anxious. It didn't feel like just average anxiety, though. It still felt like a radar was going off in his head, telling him that something bad was about to happen. He'd heard the whispers. He'd heard people saying that they thought he was going crazy. Maybe he was. But that didn't change the fact that he felt like something was going to happen. If anything, it made him feel worse. He wondered,though never out loud, if the people closest to him thought he was going crazy, but he didn't have it in him to ask. Mostly, he figured, because he didn't want to know the answer. Sometimes you just don't want to know. Glancing over at the other side of the bed, he sighed quietly. He tried, carefully, quietly, to push himself up into a sitting position, so that he could read, or draw, or something like that. Something to help him take his mind off the 'going crazy' stigma that he was even beginning to feel himself. His hand fell upon the baby name book, and he gave a little smirk. Once again, his mind fell back to the fact that he was actually getting to do something he never thought he'd have the chance to do. He opened to where Leah had put her bookmark, and scanned the page for anything that jumped out at him. Already, it was doing exactly what he wanted it to do. Distracting his mind. Even if the little headache that had been steady in his brain for the past few days still hadn't gone away. |