KC (doingmything) wrote in low_tide, @ 2009-12-25 18:50:00 |
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Current mood: | melancholy |
Entry tags: | kris michaels |
Absence Of Warmth
All those years of training - all those years of hard work - all those years of fighting the good fight and this is what you're using it for: burning a car after having wiped yours and Whistler's fingerprints off of it.
You wonder if you're crazy, if you imagined this night, if you made the hatted man up to guide you through a mental breakdown, but you have the physical evidence of bruises and blood to prove that it was real and visceral.
Everything life is and more.
You should move and you know this, but you can't. All you can do is crouch and watch the car burn, billowing smoke escaping into the atmosphere as paint is stripped and metal curls in towards itself.
God, this is so... you have no words and you wish you could just press the heels of your palms into your eyes and burn everything away, the same way you can the evidence.
You can't.
Everything is different now.
You're scared.
Petrified.
Finding it hard to breathe.
God.
You make yourself stand, make yourself turn away from the car and put distance between yourself and that scene. You're something... different, you have a destiny and you're not quite sure how you feel about that just yet. Freaking out is normal, right? Especially if you don’t have the first idea of where to start or how to start.
You delve for Whistler's card and curl your fingers around it like it's your one and only lifeline - he opened your eyes and he's the only person you know that knows about the darkness in every corner of this world. You just hope he's ready for you and whoever this supposed Watcher is they'd better know their stuff or you're not going there, not being anybody's pet, not if it means giving up on who you are as a person.
Home, you need to be home, need to be somewhere that’s familiar and untainted by the changes in you and in the world and how you perceived it to be.
Why does the world feel so cold all of a sudden?