Erol Terzi : Rosier (loveisthedrug_) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-05-08 17:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, rosier |
The idea that his brothers were lurking around somewhere close by brought mixed emotions. For the most part, he'd continued on as he normally would with any situation that brought up memories that bothered him: he ignored it and pushed everything back and down, trying to compact it all until it suffocated and stopped existing. It was remarkably successful for most things. This was, annoyingly, not one of them.
He'd spent more time in his office than anywhere. His manager suspected nothing out of the ordinary because he didn't let him. His mask was always in place, always meticulously kept. The minute he thought it might slip, he closed his eyes and stops talking (it's the one thing that could give him away). Then the moment passes and he's back to himself, a perfected smile in place and an ease in his manner.
Later, he thinks. Later he will worry about any of this. It's a lie, but at least he can pretend to believe himself.