brendan scott ( earth elemental ) . (liveandlearn) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-07-21 01:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-13, brendan, fable |
i've lost all sense of reason.
Who: Brendan and Fable.
Where: Brendan's apartment.
When: Late afternoon.
The longer this went on, the less sense it made, the more frightening and overwhelming it became. Brendan had worked himself up into such a state by late afternoon, time creeping steadily towards evening, that he was afraid to touch anything. There was no telling what might happen after all, and he had already done enough damage as it was. The last thing he needed was to set fire to his own place when he was just reaching for something that should have been harmless and simple, something like the remote -- not that he felt like watching TV -- or a mug -- not that he was overly thirsty -- and he was just pacing back and forth, back and forth, over and over again. Briefly it occurred to him that he might be wearing a groove in the carpet but the thought was so ludicrous that he had to laugh.
It only lasted a second, and he was glad there was no one around to hear it. To his own ears it had sounded a little deranged, almost, sort of breathless and higher in pitch than was normal for him. At that he stopped pacing, forced himself to take in a deep breath, and closed his eyes in order to get back a little of his composure. There was no sense in freaking out, in panicking, and Fable had said she would come by and try to help him figure this out.
All he had to do was wait until she arrived, and then everything would be okay.
Wouldn't it?
Brendan chewed on the inside of his bottom lip as he went back to pacing, worrying his hands one over the other, frequently glancing at the clock on the wall as he went, barely a minute passing between each of those glances.
In reality, very little time had passed between Fable's last text and the sound of footsteps approaching his door and the subsequent knock upon it, but to Brendan it had felt like hours, and he was in such a rush to let her in that he almost tripped over his own feet in his haste. Thankfully he managed to keep his balance, opening the door to find a familiar face. Two, technically, since Fable was holding her daughter in her arms. All the while he'd been waiting, he'd been thinking of what to say when she got here, but now that she'd arrived, he couldn't remember a single word. So he said the only thing that came to mind. "Hi."
Well, at least it made sense and didn't come out a senseless stream of gibberish. That was good.
He could do better though. "Thanks for coming," he went on to offer, sounding genuinely grateful, even a little relieved, though there was still detectable worry in his voice, and a fair bit of it. Whatever this was, Brendan was worried about it being permanent, and he didn't like the idea of that one bit.