Raoul Gaudreau ⚖ Týr (wolfremains) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-10-13 00:51:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !event #021, gabija, galahad, sita, týr |
three.
[It came out of no where, zipping past his hands while he had been writing. He'd jumped up with a curse and looked for what he had presumed was some bug that didn't know it was too chilly to be playing like it was still a summer night. And then he saw it, something curiously orange (it was the night) and one of his highlighters. Before he could even get out the words 'don't you dare', it made a mad dash and streaked his papers with the bright yellow. It moved so quickly that he resorted to picking up a book and waving it without real hope or aim. When he heard the satisfying 'thwap' against the book and saw the body sail across the table, he felt the tension leave him.
Until he saw it get up and turn red.]
I'm officially a crazy person to say this but I've got a fairy in here. And it's really, really mad. And I'm not going to lie, I'm in my locked bedroom now and I think it's trying to break in. Or just wreck the place. It already tried to stab me with one of my pens.
Someone tell me I'm not actually awake. No, if this is a dream that my dream might have someone tell me I'm not awake. Or that I am. I don't trust my brain. I don't trust this place. I don't
I don't have a fucking clue what to do.