Zacharias Smith knows assholes finish first. (the_jerk) wrote in may02, @ 2010-11-13 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!incomplete, !november 1998, terence higgs, zacharias smith |
Characters: Zacharias Smith & Terence Higgs
Setting: Terence's flat, Nov. 13
Ratings: R
Summary: Zach just wants a little TLC. Might also beg for some memory alteration, depending on Terence's account of last night.
Zacharias had nursed some heavy hangovers before, but never any this bad. Even the silence of an empty apartment, Egyptian cotton sheets, and peppermint tea had done nothing to alleviate the pounding he felt against his skull. Sleep was impossible - not that he wasn't tired or hadn't tried, but the most he'd accomplished was wrinkling the sheets after rolling around for a few restless hours. So, when Terence offered up his expertise in homemade remedies, it wasn't in his best interest to decline. Besides, he liked Terence well enough. More than he'd cared to admit, probably. With Ernie gone, he'd been wanting for some sense of male comradery. He'd tried reaching out to Justin, but they had little to nothing in common. There was also the incident at Johnson's party, for which Justin hadn't completely forgiven him. Now, if he could just make it to Terence's without incident. He was thinking clearly enough, but not without the constant, throbbing pain. He glanced back at the pages of his journal, committing the man's address to memory before sitting up, reluctantly throwing his legs over the side of the bed. What was he even wearing..? He looked down at his outstretched legs, then realized he'd changed before collapsing in bed. Wrinkled clothes, but at least they were clean. Not that he was trying to impress anyone. Or was he? Using the headboard for leverage, he pulled himself up and onto his feet, concentrating fully on Terence's address. It wouldn't do him any good to add loss-of-limb to his list of growing problems. He closed his eyes, leant his left shoulder into his wall for support, then disappeared from his room, surprising himself when he appeared in the front of Terence's flat without his balance faltering. Of course, now his nausea was back, so he allowed himself to collapse in the nearest chair, not even bothering to look for Terence, or let alone tell him he was even there. |