Adam Morgenstern is Professor Moriarty (napoleonic_star) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-30 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | moriarty, sherlock holmes |
Who: Adam and Daryl
What: Talking about feelings
Where: Bathos 104
When: Monday Evening
Warnings: The usual emotional rollercoaster that is Adam and Daryl.
The rest of the day had been a blur for Daryl. She called a janitor to the back room she had dirtied, blaming a poorly cooked lunch despite the fact that it was obvious from her stomach contents that she hadn’t eaten for some time. The man either didn’t notice or didn’t want to bother her, because he just smiled and cleaned it up. She spent the rest of the afternoon searching through missing children files, trying to see the face burned into her memory. But several hours had yielded nothing, and she was too tired and raw to continue.
Upon returning to the Bathos, she considered just going to her apartment and sleeping. But she stared at the hallway to the first floor, fixated on the door she could almost see from the lobby. Something inside her stirred. Her heart was racing, breaths growing shallow, and she knew her adrenaline production had spiked. Her mouth was going dry, and though she couldn’t see her own eyes, she was sure her pupils had dilated. This was fight or flight. Sympathetic nervous system.
With a shaky breath, she forced herself down the hallway, removing her gloves as she went. Reaching the door to 104, she knocked, looking up expectantly. She was sure he was home. He had to be. What if he wasn’t? Then the stimulus would stay in her brain, making her panic and shake, and there’d be no release. It would stay forever and-
The door opened, and her eyes managed to grow even bigger as she looked up at him. Her complexion was ashy and blotchy. Her face, which had once been a mask of neutrality, betrayed the panic vibrating inside of her. She didn’t say a word, didn’t smile, and merely walked forward. It was a slow, fluid process by which she took his face in her hands and pulled him close. Her bare palms settled against his cheeks, fingers threading through his hair as she beckoned him closer. She could feel even her lips trembling as she kissed him, every muscle in her body vibrating. The kiss was easy - the next part wouldn’t be.